Well, that's an evening good and wasted. Mostly

Went to the rave. Never been to one. Probably the 4th-oldest person in the building, I should think. Certainly in the top ten. Good music, I was enjoying it. Was planning to settle in for the duration - at least until after the midnight set.

Then, after talking to Wendy, who was heading off to elseparty, I turned around and walked right into a cloud of pot. Managed not to puke all over the asswipes who were lighting up inside - tho I'm now wishing I had - and tried to find somewhere else to stand. No such luck, it was pervasive. So, I left. I'm more than a little pissed off about this. Why can't these little fucks have the same near-decency of the tobacco smokers and take it outside? Or use a drug that DOESN'T inflict itself on unwilling bystanders?
GOD, I'm so violently pissed off. I've a strong need to hit something. Preferably in the face.

On the good side of things

in other news, I've rediscovered the value of Bailey's in milk, strained over ice. Went thru several off them at finn's (at $5 a pop, ouch), and am now enjoying a large glass of it in my mjolnir mug.

So. Since I was more or less planning to be up until mid morning, anybody wanna do something?