Partying till I drop (old man stylee)
Have been overdoing it somewhat lately - last weekend was about 5-7 whiskies instead of an evening meal on Friday, with a 3am finish, followed by a larger quantity on saturday, and a shamefully unabashed visit to ‘ziggys’ on account of the best place to dance in town shutting at regular pub times, so having to go to what was a very bad second place. Night of ‘experimental electronica’ was cool, not as good as some other nights… one thing that was nearly a treat was Blue Monday on both turntables which woulda been excellent had it not been rendered undanceable due to the DJ not being quite up to it. I stopped dancing and gave the DJ a raised eyebrow. His mate said ‘do you have any idea how hard that is?’ well, I do have a faint idea how hard it is, but the point is, the DJ didn’t seem to know how hard it was cos otherwise he would have practised more. Duh. Oh well, you take the rough with the smooth when you are looking for something a bit different. I did the old “whoops, there go my inhibitions” thing on the dancefloor despite there only being about 8 ppl on it, and my ego took a huge boost when someone 2/3 my age asked me if I went to school with her…