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Ooh I'm bad.
I'm having a friend from Paris visiting me for a week, and I can't skip going to the Royal Vauxhall Tavern even once. I must be addicted to testosteron. Or something. I'd told everyone I was not going because I could not really see this friend of mine in that place (female, straight and not very tall), then at the last minute the thought of giving the RVT a miss was unbearable and I took her there.I promised her we were only going to stay for the show, but then the DJ took some perverse pleasure in teasing me by playing half a bar from I Begin To Wonder every other song for over fifteen minutes, and I was absolutely compelled to to stay until la miniMinogue was played entirely in all her glory. Dr Bitful had got tickets in advance for us, to avoid the 5pm queue (and the risk of not being able to get in at all). And apparently as of next Sunday it won't be possible to go early and buy more than one wrist band per person. Bummer. Oh well, summer is nearly here (*looks out of window* um, maybe not) and then we'll all spend most of the afternoon on the grassy knoll behind the venue, drinking beer bought at the off-licence instead. Being on the guest list would be very much appreciated, and yesterday evening I thought I had some chances to be on it, as I was going to a birthday party for someone I thought was the man running the place.
Wrong! Once there, we found out that the celebrations were for someone else's with the same name (oops), but luckily the party (and the birthday boy) turned out to be lots of fun (probably also because two thirds of the people there were familiar faces from Sunday afternoons). I quickly became friends with a 5-liter bottle of vodka with a dispenser/pump on top, and all I could remember before collapsing on the couch was standing in the middle of the kitchen with Dave, rambling about something I can't quite recall. update: the new wrist band policy will most likely not be applied this coming Sunday, as it has not been officially annouced yet.