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PERMANENT LIPSTICK: Opa!

South Sound adventures at clubs,resturaunts, and my favorite hangouts

Ginger Knoxx

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Hello, boys and girls, lusty lads and horny hotties, diddlers and donut doers.

Depeche Mode has let me down, just not as badly as NIN or Duran Duran let me down. Call it artistic growth, necessary change or refer to musical evolution. I don't care. I am convinced that some of the bands I liked between 5th grade and graduation will never be as good as they were then. Everybody sounds like they're not depressed anymore. That their days have meaning now, and they aren't mad any longer or are in therapy. I don't want that. I want anguish, passion, rage! Emotions so tangible any second a hand will reach through the speaker and slap your face, not some drivel trying too hard for broader audience appeal. Ick.

Thursday, Oct. 6

I was down for the count. Pappi Swarner called to check in, letting me know what was going on around town, as did Jimo and GO. So nice of the boys to keep me posted. I must say that Pappi's text messages became more frequent with more spelling errors as the night went on until he was leaving out whole words. Sigh. The youth of today, wink.

Friday, Oct. 7

After dinner with Daddy-O, I dipped into downtown Olympia. The streets were full of people. I wondered if the Dead were in town, but no, Jerry's dead. So what was with the merriment? Bi-Annual Artwalk, the big one, was the answer. I headed to The Mark to meet up with Brad Allen. Art Brewer's photography was cool, but you couldn't get close to half of it thanks to poor placement. Brad bought us Ginger Martinis. I giggled at the name. It's a pretty good drink. From there, I walked to Plenty Café and had organically delicious red zinfandel while Matt D. and Pappi Swarner had tasty food. Outside, Matt showed off his college-chick-magnet professor's jacket complete with lecher, I mean leather elbow patches. Ran into Mandy and beau at the BroHo. The lovely girl bought me a Welcome To Oly drink. Love her. We had to split because as Matt put it, the bartenders must have smelled the Tacoma on us and weren't risking contamination. Hannah's Bar was better, but the karaoke guys were wasted. Painful on the eardrums.  Off to Jake's we went, witnessing mucho make-out sessions, so-bad-it-was-good hair and the guy in the cropped, white, circa 1981 leather jacket with foot-long fringe. Beauty.

Saturday, Oct. 8

GREEK FEST! Opa! Handsome picked up Go Music and me to experience the pine wine retsina (yuck) and Greek food (yum). We popped into some of the new Tour of Urban Living condos. Nice, but not for half a mil. Galore Vintage Fashion Boutique is officially open in the spot where The Fitting Room resided on St. Helens. Dead Man's Attic Mike Bonilla has moved into the right half and brought many, many vintage treasures of his own for selling. Ran into Rose on her way back from PSP. Saw Martin Sexton at Jazzbones. He freaking blew me away. Not to mention the 400 plus people there.

No cover

It's all about free this week, 'cause I'm broke. I bought too many pairs of expensive shoes.

n Thursday: Reggae Night at Golden West Saloon. The place is under new management, try it out. 9 p.m.

n Friday: DJ Hawkski scratches and mixes hip-hop at The Red Zone at 9 p.m. Ladies free before 10:30 p.m., $5 after.

n Monday: Gloria's Bar Bingo. Win something you don't need. It's fun. 5 p.m.

n Tuesday: Free Pool at The Swiss all night.

n Wednesday: Free local rock shows at Hell's Kitchen and Jazzbones. 9 and 7 p.m., respectively.

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