Hung over, hung over, I hate saturday
Well it's Saturday and I'm a little hung over, not too badly (Jen, I didnt drive in circles, i got home perfect) but still hung over. Havent had a hang over in a while, it hurts.
But what I actually wanted to write about here is a little anecdote that keeps me happy at clubs: Last night I was sitting up stairs at Manhatten looking down on the dancefloor. It was 2:30am and I wasnt a particularly happy fellow cause I was tired and wanted to leave. But I couldn't pull myself away from staring at the dancefloor. What I do at clubs when I am bored, tired, sick of, is look at the dancefloor and imagine that there isn't any music... then watch the people dancing. Wow we look stupid when we dance. even good dancers, take away the music and there's no point. So that kept me busy last night for nearly an hour. The flickr photo of me to the right is at about 3am... Joy.
