doojoova

well I'm tempted to curse and go grrrrr due to the combination of going to a club with people who refuse to dance until the next song, then the next song then the next ad. infinitum, especially when the one time they get up to dance they drag me away from a fairly fun conversation that I didn't have the chance to get back into but...

.., but hey, anytime the music is good enougth to dance to without having to be drunk and where it's varied enough to warrant pogo-ing, the twist and foot-tapping shuffling is all good.

went to the Pav Tav which I haven't been to in years (barring the last time when I was accompanied by a fairly paranoid / possesive gf who didnt' dance and which therefore doesn't count) and gosh darn it, turns out I still like the dive that it is... which is handy as I chose the path of least resistance when faced with too many option c'est soir and I was getting that oh so human feeling of "... I bet I should have gone to the other thing.. etc"

actually, thinking about it, it's been a week for regressing and such. obviously the going to a place I used to go to when I was much younger (although now I'm about the average age of everyone else there so that's no bad thing), but I bumped into an ex. from uni whilst at the roller disco on thursday which weirded me out a tad. _________actually, ..no I think I'm exagerating, apart from those examples the week hasn't been that oldskool (although I played pool for the first time in ages, but then I'm clutching at straws to back up my earlier thought)

right then...