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Beautiful Bitful Brighton. I got there in a foul mood, mainly due to a very disappointing date the previous night (advice: when your date constantly asks you the time while having drinks, and if asked why, he answers "I just want to get into Substation before midnight" while politely inviting you to join him, there are high chances he is not very much into a romantic evening with you). So Substation it was, and not bad either.

The grumpy mood got worse as we got into Brighton at around 8:30pm and went bar hopping. Every single place was crammed with people, it took ages to get served at the bar so we had to plan and send one of us to get fresh drinks while the current ones were just started.

I eventually was won over by the joyful atmosphere, relaxed and got very excited about Wild Fruit, certain that I was going to have a great night out. And great it was indeed, apart from the fact that it had a jumpy start and took ages to take off.

First, we discovered that everybody in the 200+ person queue had a ticket, when we'd naively hoped that our tickets were going to let us jump it.
Then, my friends blatantly and shamelessly jumped over a barrier right in front of the bouncer and got in. I was the last one to jump and a hook got stuck in my crotch, right between the buttons on my fly (fashion hint: zipper flies are de rigueur from now on). I was obviously spotted by the bouncer who politely and calmly asked me to join the back of the queue. I was going to tell him that I was joining my friends but they were already way in. Nice friends ex-friends indeed.

I beat my personal record while playing Tetris on my mobile phone while the queue rapidly moved on, then I was asked to put my chewing-gum in a box on a table at the entrance. I spit the one in my mouth and put it there, wondering what the heck… Then the guy asked me to pick it up and place it in a bin, he wanted any packets of gum I was carrying. I searched my bag to check if I had (of course I did), told him I did not have any left (and placed the one I found at the very bottom of my bag, under layers of junk).

I wonder if they thought anyone decided that they were not going to do any E because of the lack of chewing-gum. I've seen people chew plastic bottle tops instead. And I seriously considered trading a stick of gum for sex favours.

Once having been searched, I checked my bag and quickly found my friends ex-friends, when the music stopped, the lights went on and we were all told to move outside. Bomb scare? Fire drill? Who knows. Out we stayed for the best part of half an hour, and then back in, at which point it was sort of hard to get into a fierce party mood (also considering that the walls around us were lined with security people scrutinizing our every move).

Nevertheless, the venue was grand (although a bit too highscool dance-in-the-gym for me). The music, on the other hand, was just like the evening: it kept building up and never truly took off.

Lights on at 4am and back to the house we were staying at, for an early Colombian breakfast while looking at the sun rising. Slept for all of 3 hours before being woken up by Daisy licking my face (friend's dog). Took care of that by breathing on her nose, which sent her off yapping in disgust.