Just got home from a Drum & Bass night and though I'd jot down some quick thoughts before bed:
- wow, it's light at 5am
- bring a towel or change of shirt next time
- where were all the fat pants?
- the hat dancers?
- Ravers in general? Well, there were a few, I guess, but not nearly as many as in Melbourne. A shitload of 'normal' people, though, from the 'trendy' crowd to the muscleheads to the alternatives. Also strange.
- Ears ringing. Ow!
- If you can make it to 2am, you can make it to 3am.
- If you can make it to 3, 3:30 is a cinch.
- At 3:30, it's only a half-hour 'til the second stage closes -- no sweat, stick it out!
- Hell, you've done 4am -- what's another hour?
- Fuck it. If this guy hasn't finished his set by 5am, that's his problem.
- Are there any D'n'B MC's that aren't black English men?
- I should really learn the Melbourne shuffle and show this crowd a thing or two.
- Or maybe I should just go to bed.
- Bed wins.
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