circa “vip” nite thank you for reminding me why i don’t go to clubs, not the club specifically itself, that was fine, but the people and the noise and the uh i am a grandmother now i guess. why do i have the feeling that it was the old sega playdium?

my thoughts on circa are, it was hell, but if you’re into clubs, it is the one for you. you aren’t allowed to leave for a butt and on yer way out if there was a fire you would be trampled and die, maybe they’ll iron out the kinks soon.

yawn.

there’s a lot going on, three floors, didn’t see it all, close though, just too many try-hards in your face and the higher you climb the hotter it gets. i was a dance machine for a little while there, as much as clubs blow i make the best of it i remember saying ok i never come to these things i am not having a good time i am fucking dancing, NOW.

look it’s that hissy fit whoever the fuck it is queen.

this “chick” demanded her foto taken then asked if we wanted her name uh sure yeah i said well do you have a card, no? ok well i don’t have a pen, google circa. DON’T DEMAND A FOTO THEN YOUR NAME AND NOT HAVE A CARD I DON’T CARE WHO YOU ARE.

there’s more i’ll put up later if you care.

pre-drinks.

liam’s crepe.

dinner.

fil had a falafel but…

i turn my head for two seconds and he eats all my rice.