Goth clubbing. I went there.

Photo by Lauren Aimone, not Robin. And anyone who thought otherwise is really dumb.

Last weekend I went goth clubbing, after years of hearing about it from my friend Chris.  I am not a very goth person, nor is anyone I know very goth-y; but after much persuasion I agreed to go.

I was nervous for some reason, like I didn’t want to go somewhere I didn’t belong.  Like that might be physically painful.  As I donned my black t-shirt, and the darkest goth-iest jeans I owned, I kept looking for excuses to stay home.

But instead of staring disdainfully at the guy who didn’t belong, most everyone we talked to was happy to see new faces.  And the ones who weren’t happy to see us, didn’t even notice we were there.  This was their Saturday night, and it was pretty egocentric of me to think they’d waste their time shunning me when they’ve got a whole bunch of people they can connect with.

Photo by Robin Clement

In the end my biggest problem was $6 Miller Lites, not trying to fit in.  Lesson learned.