Whirlwind Winter Weekend

[vovat]

This past weekend, I stayed in a hotel room with three girls, and lost my underwear. This is all true, but misleading. Let me explain. bethje's uncle Harry had gotten us a free room at the Taj Mahal in Atlantic City, and the original plan was for Beth and me to go to Brooklyn on Friday night for Stephanie Myers' party, then drive back down to the hotel with her, therealtavie, and Gina. The first part worked out all right, although I have to say I don't particularly enjoy bars. It isn't even that I'm not much of a drinker (I'm not, but I'm willing to make exceptions when around friends), but rather, to paraphrase a beloved holiday curmudgeon, "all the NOISE, NOISE, NOISE, NOISE!" Anyway, the next day, Stephanie and Gina both announced they were too sick to go, so instead we went to Atlantic City with Tavie and her friend Stephanie Appel (because Tavie has a backlog of Stephanies waiting in the wings {g}). That night, we ate at the House of Blues at the Showboat, where most of the food was cajun barbecue stuff. As many of you know, I tend to be a very picky eater. I like to eat, but one spice or ingredient I don't care for can ruin the experience for me. Yeah, I know I'm childish in that respect. Anyway, I had a pepperoni pizza, which is pretty hard to mess up. My companions did a little bit of gambling, but didn't win anything. We also didn't do much walking on the Boardwalk, since it was really cold on Saturday, and cold AND rainy today. We DID get to stay in a swanky hotel room without paying for it, though, so that's something. Oh, and as for the underwear, it turned out I'd put it in with my dirty clothes even though I hadn't worn it yet, so it worked out all right.

Also this weekend, I read a little bit of Lost Girls, Alan Moore's graphic (and I DO mean "graphic") novel series about children's book characters having crazy sex. As disturbing as that is, I'm not even sure the smut bothered me as much as the fact that there really wasn't any fantasy in it that I could see. As a fantasy fan, I don't like to see my beloved other-worlds reduced to Freudian fever dreams, you know? And of the Lost Girls themselves, only Wendy seemed to be at all in character. Dorothy just struck me as a European stereotype of an American. Eh, whatever. These are the hazards of the public domain, I suppose.

Comments

[therealtavie.livejournal.com]

I'm sort of stunned that you managed to pinpoint what my biggest beef with "Lost Girls" was, too - and I didn't even realize it until I read what you wrote. There was no magic in it. Sex, but no magic.

It's was a fun, strange little weekend, eh?

[bethje.livejournal.com]

But he showed me a picture where some girl had a magical vagina with a glittering picture in it.

[vovat.livejournal.com]

I'm not entirely sure that counts as fantasy. More like hallucination, maybe.

It's good to know I'm not the only person who had that same basic complaint, by the way.

[ozma914.livejournal.com]

Was it more movie Dorothy, or book Dorothy? Or neither? I've been fascinated by the concept of Lost Girls, but although the sex part doesn't bother me I have a feeling the treatment of my favorite girls would bug me quite a lot.

[chhinnamasta.livejournal.com]

I read a little bit of Lost Girls

I love Alice's weird mirror fetish.

[vovat.livejournal.com]

I didn't really find her that similar to either the book or movie portrayal, but her shoes were silver rather than ruby.

[vovat.livejournal.com]

Isn't that somewhat auto-erotic?

[chhinnamasta.livejournal.com]

Yes, I did get the sense that she was rather *ahem* into herself, as it were... also, an obvious reference to Through the Looking Glass, etc.

[ozma914.livejournal.com]

Well, at least they got that one small thing right ...