If you're a warm-blooded (or cold-blooded) animal worth your lime and salt, get thee to the Lux, now. You may think it's early, and in some cases you would be right. But it's not getting started too early if it's really just getting started far too late. I missed out on my partying last night because of that damn idiotic ethnic curse or whatever it was. Grape wine is bottled sunshine and poetry. The sake only angered my need to properly drink.
Although truthfully, the sex was amazing. I haven't been tied up with that much rope and that artfully in years. I've got to find myself a specialist in this town. What's it called again? Shibari?