I'm tired.
Happy and tired, that is. Last night was good fun, went out with (in no particular order...)
mr_moleskin (here's an LJ-flavoured 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' to ya, duder!),
nuclearchicken,
bluesound,
julesbabe2310,
ishkhara, and
pica_sapien (and I seem to remember seeing
johnnyrandom at some point during the night!). We went out to a cool gothy clubby night (the name of which completely escapes me), which played some pretty damn fine music (Rammstein, Covenant, and Ministry, woohoo!) and a mucho grandes good time was had. The music kinda grabbed me particularly strongly last night, so I spent alot of time bouncing around on the extremely crowded dancefloor trying to avoid being twatted by glowsticks and avoid thinking that I was on a set of a new as-yet-unnamed Mad Max movie. Which was kinda fun. One of the other fun things about the night was jumping around and generally making a twat of myself on a 'dance dance revolution'-type arcade machine which, incidentally, was hard-as-nails. (although, unsurprisingly there was a Japanese girl there who was absolutely amazing at it.... mmmm....) Ahem. Shortly after that, played a terrible racing game which was obviously aimed at the boyracers-with-no-brains market.
Pissed out of my head, and grinning from ear-to-ear, I ended up leaving with