Apparently there really was just too much pretty there last night, as I would have got quite excited about being in the presence of one of the DJs if I'd even noticed he was there. Which I didn't. Because his set was good enough that I spent all of it watching the dancefloor. Clang, irony.
I'm not sure whether I feel like a bigger idiot for failing to notice he was there or for knowing I'd have been so excited about it if I had. Honestly. I'm such a girl.