Good points :
Later : ...finding that
Bad points : Loki apparently donning a wig and false beard (and massively ill-advised leather kilt) to DJ - i.e. several (rather good) songs mixed into one another and not allowed to finish (it wasn't Loki, of course - he does it better than that), the heat, knowing at one point that there was something wrong with someone I love and not being able to ask what it was, the fucking resident fucking drunken fucking B-Movie fucking punks (especially on the dancefloor), feeling depressed and overloaded and too hot and claustrophobic and seventeen people choosing that moment to knock into me or spill drinks down me or stand on my feet, standard but kind of unexpected stabs of jealousy, stupid numbers of people, worrying about
Just plain freaking weird things : Goth mums. They freak me out. I mean mothers of goths who are also goths, not goths who have babies. But goth mums who come out and dance better than their daughters. It's just, odd. But cool. But odd.
Dancing to 'Lullaby' and not being at all sure who I was dancing at/for/with. There are at least four possibilities. :)
Being on the dancefloor next to someone I really have so very little respect for, whom I rant about at every possible opportunity, and looking at him and getting a premonition that he and I would get involved. Oh wicked, bad, evil brain, it has been setting light to our beacon which, I've just remembered, is kitten-shaped. Mew.
Anyway. Wasn't that bad an evening but I'm glad I escaped when I did. Special thanks to
I'm going home to Sussex for the weekend early tomorrow morning. If I don't manage to get online over those two days, please don't panic, I aten't dead. My parents are just sulky about letting me use their computers, since I do to them what visiting geeks do to mine. ~g~
Very tired, so, sleep, I suspect, is good.
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