Went to Velvet last night and actually had a halfway decent time. It was free all night, but that didn't do anything to affect the pace of the place. Like every other club I've been to, it didn't get going until after 11, but once it did, it was pretty packed. They started off the night with a few cool 80's tunes, but since it was so early, nobody danced. Well, except me, that is, and only when they played The Chauffeur by Duran Duran. Even then I had difficulty staying out of the corner.

They were doing dollar drinks until 11 and I went from considering it to buying one before I knew what I was doing. I blew another buck on a couple games of pool that I lost rather handily. I don't think I made too big a fool of myself, but it would've been nice to win one.

Met this guy named CJ, or Crow, who I recognized from Miss Kitty's on Friday. We chatted. He's kinda strange, but he carries cool Tarot cards.

I danced my ass off a fair bit, thankfully. There were a few decent songs after people started showing up and a lot of decent ones near the time I was thinking about leaving the first time. I'd just finished getting my groove on next to the topless (w/pasties) dancers through Vogue, Dancing Queen, Groove is in the Heart and Closer and then I went to catch my breath outside. Came back and they were playing whatever hip-hop song that Gwen Stefani lended her voice to, then some techno/house song that the crowd recognized, I sort of recognized, but didn't like. It was Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go that brought me back to the floor, followed by one of those Smiths/Morrissey songs I don't know the goddamned name of, then a Just Like Heaven.

By the time Sex Dwarf hit, I knew that was my cue. I fucking hate that song. So, I wandered out, took a last look around, and went over to the one side street that doesn't require a friggin' permit and collapsed into the car.