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Well, despite fears, the new venue for the Calling seems pretty good, with a few reservations. One is that they don't open on time. Another is that drinks are pricey. And thirdly, the disco lights suck. We're goths damnit, we don't need no steenking lights!
Oh and I got hammered again. One pint of Strongbow while we waited for the Kambar to open, then 3 or 4 Smirnoff Ices, and all tact had completely left; ISTR I was generally ogling male arses, and telling one poor sod, after extensive consumer testing, that he had NO ARSE. Ooops.
Left shortly after midnight to attempt to regain control of my tact and sexuality, and to get enough sleep to keep me going through the Linux course. A very enjoyable evening, despite my reluctance to go out; thanks shekhmet and kboyd for persuading / organising me sufficiently to go out.
And so to work, with black nail polish but no hangover.