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Gothic Blunders

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I got this thread idea from another forum and I thought it would be kinda fun here.

Gothic Blunders - those embarrassing moments when your aura of coolness is broken by something unfortunate.  Like unknowingly walking around all night with your pencilled-in eyebrows smeared up to your hairline.  Snapping off a spike heel in mid-dance.    Biting into a beer can to prove how sharp your fangs are, only to break them off and cut your lip wide open.  Or perhaps you've witnessed an unforgivable fashion [i]faux pas[/i], like someone in white-face makeup who didn't blend it into their neck - eek!  These blunders are  more than just noticing your fly was down - these are more Goth-specific.  Go ahead and be catty if you must - just don't mention any names, LOL!

actually i get the opposite of that..my hair regardles of an hour of straightening goes puffy and wavy..hence why i got synth dreads in the first place..they were the best to dance with

pretty much either exposing myself by wearing low cut tops..or having the whole eye makeup smeared all over my face..and flailing into people when im dancing..that takes the cake

Heh, this happened to a girl at this club I used to random...  It was my first couple of times there and I was talking to a friend... This girl walks up yelling and screaming my friends name..  When she finally finds us she grabs my friend and screams "COME DO ME IN THE BATHROOM!!~"  I looked at her like "Oh ok, what the hell?"  She turned around and her corset strings where cut to shit.  She must have really pissed someone off...

Nice, I think I owe a friend an email, we got him paranoid that he managed to get blood or other bodily fluids on his shirt when he couldn't explain why patches of it were glowing under the blue lights. As for cat hair, I sympathise, I wore a black fishtale skirt to my formal with a lovely rim of white hair around the bottom.

OMG.  I am laughing with you, not at you....

on a more general level - I've had the cat hair problem too....

wait - I do remember one - I used a stain remover on black pants to get permanently reddish coloured mud off.  The pants were saved (or so I thought) until I wore them clubbing and noticed that wherever the pants had been touched with the accursed stain remover, a bright streak was visible under the UV.

Yes you too can paint invisible messages on your ex's clothes in WISK that will only show up at the bar....do not use this information for evil, unless you promise to post the results.....

Now I have a portable UV light to "check" my clothes before going out.

Hmm.. Lemme see...

A good friend of mine invited myself and some friends out to a dance. Sort of a social outing for young people our age. Of course, she forgot to mention the precise details of whom was going and where it was being held until it was too late.

And so, thinking I was dressing for a not-so-formal dance, I got my clubbing gear on. Baggy pants, red-mesh shirt, black eyeliner, nail polish, spiked wristbands, etc etc.

It was in the car on the way there that she mentioned that the dance was at her church. To make matters worse, she was mormon. To say that I stuck out like a sore thumb would be a severe understatement.

Without a doubt the dumbest thing I can recall doing was diving into a mosh pit with wholly inappropriate shoes and without leaving my glasses with someone first.

The shoes I was wearing were Fleuvog-swordfish knock-offs from David Gordon. The welts stuck out well beyond the upper and it wasn't long before someone's boot caught the edge of the show and tore the sole right off. That was just the begging of my troubles (no, actually the beginning of my troubles was the date-from-hell that I was trying to escape by diving into the mosh pit, but that is another story). I looked down to survey the damage to my shoe and my glassed got knocked off. I dove for them in an utterly vain attempt to rescue them from being smashed. What I got for my efforts was someone landing on my shoulder. I'd dislocated that shoulder in a rowing accident a few years before, so 180lbs or so of punk landing on it was quite enough to dislocate it again.

I retreated from the dancefloor with my shoe flopping uselessly around my ankle, no glasses, and my right arm in a wholly unnatural position.  Yup. Good times.

OK, that must have been pretty... interesting.  lol!

I don't think I can top that.  A classic blunder I vividly recall from a number of years ago:

I realized I was running late, so I rushed out to the club.  After having been there for two hours, and in the midst of dancing on a crowded dancefloor, I suddenly noticed that my floor-length, long-sleeved black velvet dress was COVERED IN GREAT WADS OF CAT FUR, and glowing like a radioactive shag carpet under the UV black light.

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Art of Adornment ~ Victorian Gothic Jewelry & Accessories

For some reason, people don't realise that wearing tight, tight pvc out fits with teeny weeny skirts into mosh pits just isn't a good idea on a 30'C day. The rest of the crowd got a look at what she was, or wasn't wearing, underneath as she was lifted out of the crowd with in 5 minutes of the support act appearing on stage.