So, last night was alright. Well, the drinking, talking, eating bit was fun. The dancing, clubbing, trying to get shagged bit was somewhat of a bust. And the reason is this: There is no good party music! Grease Mega Mix? The house version of Proud Mary? Boney M? All this is the kind of music I imagine is played in the elevators on the way to Hell. And this is what I have to endure on a night out on the town. To be fair they did sneak in a Prince and a Depeche Mode song, but in the course of four hours that is just not enough. I realize they can't play stuff like Dry the Rain or Cut Your Hair, but there has to be some sort of middle road. And to make matters weirder I wouldn't even have gotten in hadn't I gone to school with the doorman (I didn't bring my ID card and the age limit is all of 23). But to be fair it was still a decent enough night. Sure, I did spend most of the night standing in a corner with my arms wrapped around me like I was representing the East Coast, but at least I did get to meet a couple of charming members of the fairer sex and I got to hang out with friends I don't see that often.

- John Fogde 10:39 AM [+]