bitful

I want to be at the RVT
Rivers of booze at the RVT
Wall-to-wall tits at the RVT
Plastered and high at the RVT!

(To be sung to the tune of America from West Side Story)

I stayed home last night, to give Mr Visa and my own poor aging body a break. Did loads of things around the house (OK, went online and chatted, and my bedroom door still squeaks for me to oil it), and now I feel all energetic and proud of myself for not going out on a Saturday night. And stupid and boring. Pass the slippers.

To make it worse, G. the flatmate came back at 3:40am and before he could complete the sentence "Shall we go to Action?" I was already kicking off my slippers in full disco mood. Sadly he was only drunkingly joking.

I'm now counting the hours to my weekly dose of entertainment with the SLABS (©Mike).

I have a problem though. Crowds at the RVT do not seem to mix. I always appear to watch the show / drink / dance / make a fool of myself / collapse (not necessarily in that precise order) from the farthest corner on the right (if looking from centre stage), where bloggers can be found in large quantities (A herd of bloggers? A flock of bloggers? Someone once had come up with an appropriate collective noun, but who was it, and what was it again?).

Last Sunday, as part of my birthday celebrations and all, the b/f kindly joined us at our usual spot.

I promised to reciprocate this afternoon and go watch the show / drink / dance etc from his and his friends' perspective, immediately down the stage and next to the bar, so I can meet his friends (I've already met his family, albeit on a photo CD - quick and painless). But I know I will long to be with my friends, and will probably go back and forth all the time. Why can't we all be friends? Couldn't we meet somewhere halfway? If I manage to convince him and his friends to start their own blogs, would they automatically have to move to our spot?

Jets and Sharks. Montagues and Capulets. Two weeks ago I dared to venture into unknown territory; I am very glad I did, but now I'm caught in the middle.

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