Reprise

The thing about clubs is that there's often a lot of people there.

And I don't like a lot of people.

I like them a bit more with a few drinks, though.  Oh well.

Interestingly enough, I decided to go to a club again - I was just feeling like going out.  Apparently, I wasn't feeling like going to a club.  Ah, well.  At least I got the interesting concoction of Red Bull and three shots of vodka in me- and somehow I ended up dancing with a Brazilian girl in the Carnival celebration that was going on in the bottom of the club.  She was friends with another guy who was getting to be friends with L.M. - and he was a wonderful gentleman for someone who didn't speak that much English.  

I also happened to have an exchange with an AP photographer when I went upstairs in TigerTiger.  I gave him props for liking his job - and we did a high-five just because.  K.D. managed to get his business card (apparently she was talking with him before?  Surprise!) - so I'm looking forward to trying to chat with him again.  I mean, he was a nice guy.  And I'm intrigued by the prospect of being a photographer.

What, you didn't know I liked photography?  It's a nice hobby.  And I take pretty good pictures.

Anyway, the report:

• No scandalous dances went down - but there was a lot of jumping.  I think I pulled a running man.  Hilarity ensued.
  
• I saw two cute boys on the way home.  One I actually talked to for a little bit.  
• I don't quite know how I feel about this particular club.   
• A fight almost broke out between a bouncer and a bunch of black guys in front of us.  They got turned away for not having IDs and they accused the bouncer of being racist.  Phew!
• I did nothing much earlier today - except wade through the crowds at Primark.  It's like the gentrified Wal-Mart of Britain.  Lovely!

And there you have it.

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