I just wanted a last hurrah with a lot of friends and some good music. Instead
clockworkwasp and I bailed at midnight in order to avoid any more bastards or drama or, god help us, swing. I understand the reason for the swing. That doesn't mean it didn't make my ears bleed. We went home and watched The Devil Wears Prada instead. Apparently, I really am too old for this.I don't know what club I was at last night, but it wasn't B-Movie. I remember B-Movie. That wasn't it.
Oh well, roll on the next [club where there's space to dance, space to avoid people I'd like to stab in the eye, or better still, no people I'd like to stab in the eye, and so forth].
Sorry. I just. Inadvertantly reminded myself why I haven't gone out in a long while.
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