Sweat-box Cinema

Twas a fun-filled weekend indeed! Something that I badly needed after an over-worked week in college.

Friday night went swiftly enough, aided by a rancid bottle of red wine drank hastily in a friend's apartment before hand. Then onto Hogan's, which was kind of shite. So myself Dee & Ruth made a quick departure to the G. The music was surprisingly crap. Unless you're e'd off your tits, how can you enjoy that whole techno 'unst-unst' vibe? Me, being a little tipsy, made some failed drunken advances on some random guys on the dancefloor - advances consisting of me dancing up beside them and hoping that my body-popping moves caught their attention. We didn't stay for long and headed home early in a taxi.

I was in the Village on Sat night for a joint birthday-type-celebration. I'm not a huge fan of the place, mainly due to the fact they have never heard of air-conditioning and any time I've been there the dj has played the same hour-long set, repeatedly until closing. And that fuckin' projector! What fun it is to be blinded most of the night! Who the hell wants to watch Cool Hand Luke with the sound off anyway!? I have to say though, that I did have a good time. Mainly just because everybody was out and I got to talk to people I hadn't seen in ages. Im telling you, everywhere is getting gayer by the week, which is fantastic! I mean the place was screaming with them (well metrosexuals at least)! Maybe its just my gaydar is finally clearing out all that static that has been hampering its use for so long.