tonight

sooo... I went out to batfink, and wore a basque, and had a good time. Also I seem to have got drunk along the way, how atypical. I don't want to go to bed yet, I'm not sober enough.

Anyway, batfink was fun, and wearing a basque was alright, but the boots really hurt my feet. Also chucking out at one seems a little early. Fortunately this will be solved by magic new venue. Hurrah.

Lalalalalah.... I danced... but evidently not enough. A proper night out should involve so much dancing that when you get home, you are so tired you have to eat and then collapse. I am drunk and in pain, but still energetic. Hence I have not danced enough. I don't know what I can do though, I danced to every song I remember even vaguely liking.

My outfit attracted a mixture of liking and fear, with emphasis on the latter. I have no idea how much of it was posturing and how much was genuine dislike, which is obviously not a good thing. I sometimes wonder, if I saw a bloke in a dodgy outfit and didn't enjoy it, but thought it was cool, what would I say to him? Then I get stuck because dodgy is evidently different for me.

This is getting rather long, so have a good night, or day, whichever it is for you.