Gamut

This weekend, I had the full social experience. Boardgames and tightrope walking on Friday, a documentary on the Czech BDSM scene with Natalia and Filip followed by a night of drinking and dancing in the moonlight with Paulina et al on Saturday, and a dinner at Kaska and Piotr's followed by raiding on Sunday. Hitting all the notes.

It was nice, and let's leave it at that. Even I'm tired of my bullshit atm.

The loveless fascination

The chorus disappoints, but the opening is pure magic, and enough to make ma crave it every once in a while.

Ever played low-intensity gaze tag with a stranger for an entire evening? Ever wondered if that's actually the case, or if it's just a random glance that's somehow snowballed to become its own, increasingly awkward thing? Ever found out before the night ran its course?

'Cause I didn't.

Curses

Yssy just called to ask how long the Sia gig we attended earlier this year lasted, because she just happens to be in Dublin for a day, and just happened to pick up the newspaper, and apparently Sia just happens to be playing some Dublin club tonight. And she's wondering if she'll be able to make it to the venue before the proper set starts.

I would have strangled her with the phone cord, but a) I was on my mobile (damn you, technological advancement!) and b) she's in Dublin (damn you, ...space!) so I'll just have to settle for weeping enviously into my blanky.

Edit: apparently she didn't make it to the concert after all, which didn't make me feel better at all. Where's shadenfreude when you need it?