Saturday night, went to Slimelight (again). Kilinrax, icicle,
Then kas appeared, saying she and fross hadn't made it to Pendragon. Oops.
So imagine my surprise when icicle turned up half an hour later. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, just to be answered with "Don't ask" by icicle, and "Ask him" by kilinrax, pointing at icicle. An interrogation ensued: icicle didn't get let in what he claims is the most embarrassing incident of his life so far, hee hee.
Music was largely ok. However, their tradgoth stretch that seems to start around 5am is ALWAYS the same sequence of songs, I swear. I'm not a big tradgoth fan, but I'd be more inclined to like it if I heard something different. Grr. Then around 6.15am they started playing decent stuff again...
... at which point me,
Dilemma: which terminal were they coming in to? Well, I didn't know. I thought I remembered allezbleu saying it was 3. But the Heathrow stations are grouped 1,2,3 at one station and 4 at the other. And 4 is the first one you come to. So I got out at 4, thinking that I'd drop back into the Underground to go to the other station if it was the wrong terminal. Which it was. So I got the shuttle to the other group (reminding myself how luxurious the Heathrow Express train is, mmmm) just as
Anyway, we (me,
Eventually, she appeared (meeting other goths at airports is dead easy, the chances of meeting the wrong group of goths waiting for you is minimal), followed in time by vasquez. After a quick interlude outside for the nicotine-deprived, we headed over to the car park and squished into KGoth's little Corsa. Drove to Marble Arch, deposited foreigners in hotel, and KGoth headed home. Meanwhile, we came here into the office to jump onto IRC for a while, then headed off to Camden. Had noodles at Wagamamas (overpriced, but traditional, kind of, and anyway overpriced is standard for Camden), went to the Dev, remet KGoth, wandered around shopping for a bit, then went back to the Dev to settle down for some drinkage. During which I tried hard not to fall asleep :)
Eventually, allezbleu and vasquez headed back "home"- we went along because they only had a vague recollection of where the hotel was. Turned out to be unnecessary since we got a cab from Marble Arch, but hey. Vasquez went back off out to the Turtle for the techno night (urnf), we watcehd TV and had pizza and ice cream (yum). Alien: Resurrection was on TV, but
I was going to get the bus home ('cos the hotel is dead close to the 82/13/N13 route north of Oxford St) but due to internal wierdness, decided that since I could get home by walking up Edgware Road and Cricklewood Lane, that this was a really good idea to do in in my Swear boots even though my feet already hurt like hell. Three hours later, arrived home to find kilinrax still just about awake and watching Orgazmo... which is just too immensely silly for words.
Had *no* problem getting to sleep after all that. Managed to drag myself out of bed eventually to come in to work. Still footsore though :|