The Steampunk World

Being the continued explorations of a living steampunk.

The steampunk world is all around us, lying just out of sight, in a continuous thread of steampunk builders and culture that extends from the Victorian era to the present. You'll find no science fiction here: This is real life steampunk.

Thursday, March 14, 2002

I participated in just one evening of the Maxim Road Trip. While Maxim Magazine generally represents to me everything that is wrong with the male gender, I wouldn't pass up an opportunity to see "Primary" (KC) in action. The contest is simple- go on a road trip, record it, winner gets their trip in Maxim and $8000 worth of road trip gear.

"I'll hit the town with you guys if you show up by 10:30" I sez. "No proooooblem!" sez Primary, "We're leaving now, we'll be there in an hour, meet us at the House of Blues at 10:30."

I show up at 11:00 and he's not there, so I give him a call. "We're about 45 minutes away," he says. Fortunately HOB is located beneath the Marina Towers where "Monkey Boy" (I think that's how he posts here) and BlueJaye live. So I popped in on them to wait.

Sho' nuff, 12:15 they roll up. We go into the House where Scratch, a group of DJs from the movie of the same name, are playing. We headed straight to the velvet ropes. The way they do it is pretty shwanky, behind the ropes is an elevator which leads only to the fourth floor, home of the Foundation Room. This VIP lounge costs something like $200 to get in for one night, and even more for a membership. All I had to say, though, was two words- "Johnny Payphone"*- and we strolled on in.

As you can see from the picture, this place was very upscale. I really liked it, it was very comfortable and that level of luxury carries with it excellent service. After a nice relaxing drink (on the house), we were escorted to our opera booth.

Since it was so late, we only caught Z-Trip a hippin' and a hoppin' and a bippin' and a boppin'. He possessed quite a few skills with which he could pay the bills. At closin' time, I had to skeedaddle, bein' a work nite and all. When I left, they were getting their picture taken hugging bum and trying to convince each other to jump in the river.

Between the Foundation Room, the opera booth, and the drinks, the House of Blues probably comped us each $400. And there were twelve of us! I was quite impressed. All I spent on the evening was the $1.50 for the el' ride.

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*this is a lie.

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