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rhyllwell. last night i caught up with k-from-highschool. her friends were there too. i drank brazillian beer and talked to strangers. got lured out to a pub with the promise of dancing, but no dancing for me. i tried but the cover-band-music was so damn bad. when k left i hung around for a while and did more talking-to-strangers. talked to the drummer in the band and he implied that i was a hippy and i implied that he was in for a punchin'. (he was being a bit impolite about it.) good heavens - he was playing in a cover band!
and then when i was sure there would be no dancing for me i left and wandered around outside and called j. one of those great drunk conversations where i was crying a heap and yelling things like 'no! even if you do the wrong thing ethically, it's still wrong!' while people walked past staring at me and yelling helpful things like 'dump the bastard, baby!'
all in all, it didn't go nearly as badly as it could have. and i found my way home ok, too.
and then when i was sure there would be no dancing for me i left and wandered around outside and called j. one of those great drunk conversations where i was crying a heap and yelling things like 'no! even if you do the wrong thing ethically, it's still wrong!' while people walked past staring at me and yelling helpful things like 'dump the bastard, baby!'
all in all, it didn't go nearly as badly as it could have. and i found my way home ok, too.