Gothic Prostitutes?

I'm all about theme parties, put me in a toga and hand me a beer and I'm beyond a happy kid!  But this was just odd, what exactly is a gothic prostitute?  As a former sorority gal, I know exactly what a Golf Pros and Tennis Hoes party even a Corporate hoes and CEOs party isn't beyond me but this was a new one.  It's even stranger when you're up dressed not as a Gothic whore but as a normal chick.  It just doesn't seem to mesh well with electical tape, black lipstick, mesh, corsets, and leather....sadly I didn't have enough room in my suitcase for my mesh and leather.

Since I've been uber lame the last week, I took Ashley up on her invite without a second thought.  I headed to Shoreditch just in time for Ash's warning, she was also in the dark about the dress code.  With vodka in hand, I wasn't going back home just in time to kiss the boy goodnight, I came to drink!  And drink we did...the vodka eased the awkward vision of being the only two in a color other than black.  Unlike their dark dress, the people were nice and welcoming.  Before long the vodka was gone and we had a new buddy.  A very hot gay man who like us wanted to bail for a better scene.  And there is no better scene than a gay club in my opinion.  We snuck out of the flat in search for other hot men (for our new buddy of course) and some pints.  Despite arriving an hour before closing, the bar was still packed.  We made a lap searching for a partner for our friend before dancing.  The hour flew by and us girls made friends easily.  As we were ushered on to the street, we said bye to our buddy and went on the hunt for kebabs.  By 5am we were ready to pass out.  I watched the sun come up for the first time in weeks.  Considering we had two days of Lovebox ahead of us, it was not the smartest decision but sometimes a girl just needs a good night out.