Last night was my very first clubbing attempt, which did not go badly at all. According to Avi the place was less a Goth club than a general metalhead type thing, on account of not being slutty enough. It turned out that my technically expired passport was sufficient ID, and the music was so loud that the kid who tried to sell us weed had to do so by typing up an sms and showing us the screen. Details (and photos [not incriminating ones!]) below the cut!
( despite all my rage I am still standing on a crowded dance-floor sort of bopping vaguely )
( despite all my rage I am still standing on a crowded dance-floor sort of bopping vaguely )
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