wabson

part three of the ever-exciting adventure

I must not look at the pretty straight boys

The Cooler rocked tonight. It was about as busy as it ever gets these days (the lure of Boogie Nights obviously being far too much for most to resist), but I stayed in there most of the night anyway.

As I looked around the room at one point, I felt this kind of connection with the rest of the people there, who seemed to be there for the music and the atmosphere. I like being in that kind of situation, with a load of people who you'd probably never associate with generally, but who you nonetheless shared something with.

I feel slightly bad about chosing that atmosphere over the company of most of my friends across in Boogie Nights, but I know I'd have been really bad company if I'd stayed with them anyway.