Night Out
While being good for a whole host of other reasons, last weeks clubbing outing was, to put it bluntly, rather lame on the musical front. There was an appalling remix of This Is My Rifle and then it sort of descended into hard trance, which is OK but sometimes you really just need tracks like Humid Dreams to zone out to and just go for it. Anyway, in order to rectify this I think I’ll be throwing caution to the wind and going to the Betty Ford Clinic (club, not rehab center) for their final night in a couple of weeks and if ends early, well, I’ll just have to kick around central London for a few hours. At least I know where it is and can walk from there to the station and sit in McDonald’s if I have to. Anyway, if you want to come give me a shout and we can organise something. In the mean time the iDuck is coming out with me tonight since you’re guaranteed a good night when you’ve got a rubber duck with you. Well, that and the fact I’m down to my last 8 glowsticks. I’ve put in a mahoosive order to my suppliers so next weekend should be full of glow once more 
~/o We are One.Eight.Zero o/~
Update: Well that sucked. Very few people came out and those that did buggered off at about 9:30. Still, CBT was sporting a nice new t-shirt and at least I managed to get home before the rain started. I think I’d have got rather wet if I’d stayed out for the duration. I’m off to go watch House and then get an early [for a Saturday] night.
