Les trucs, comme ça, le soir
Getting out of the gym (body combat classes for the win!) at 10 pm, I'm walking back home and suddenly a thought pops in my mind: right now, I'd well damn jump into some nice clothes after having a shower, and head to the Feeling for some goth-metal night.
Except that the Feeling's been gone for years.
Come to think of it, I have plenty of fond memories of that night club, as cheesy as part of its decoration was.
Come to think of it - take 2, for the past 3 years, I haven't even looked for goth parties. It's only now that I'm probably leaving Strasbourg that I'm thinking about it. Stupid me. (But then, I'd be the only one to go, and going alone to a night club when you're a girl way too often means "Looking for a fuck. Now", so...)