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Katy's prize-winning weekend....

I left for the Drome on Friday night at around 11:30, arived at about 12:15.  I had decided to take it easy that night, because i was going to get my tongue pierced at camden market the next day.  (when i had made the appointment, they told me to get a good night sleep the night before...my idea of a good night sleep was just to go out and cane my way round the dirty clubs of London.  so much for taking it easy.  

i danced all night, had a blast, met some cool people (especially you guys from bunchofcaners.com...), blah blah blah, trancentral was pretty terrific.  anyway, the sun came up that morning, and my friend and i hopped on the train up to camden market.  by this time, my pupils were getting smaller a bit, and i had relaxed my jaw somewhat.  we got to camden market where we decided i needed to have a big breakfast (also on the advice of the piercing place).  well, i don't know if anyone has ever suceeded in eating an hour after coming out of a club, but it honestly can't be done.  my "big" breakfast consisted of one bite of a croissant and 1/2 a Twix bar washed down with a can of coke.  

so, after my breakfast, we walked down to the piercing shop.  still in my ridiculous clothes, and messy hair, i went in.  my appointment was for 12:30, and they told me to get their early so i could fill out some paperwork.  the first thing the man behind the counter saw was the cloak room sticker on my bag. he said "where did you go last night?" now, i thought i could either lie, and he'd probably catch me, or i could just tell the truth.  so i told him i went to trancentral.  after a bit of friendly chit chat on how it was, he asked me if how much i had to drink. i said i didn't drink at all and  he looked at me funny then he asked me if i had gotten any sleep.  i said i had gotten 3 hours of sleep.  he continued to look at me funny then he kept asking me if i was sure, and made sure i knew that this was a legal matter, and if i had done anything, and lied about it, they would not be liable for anything bad that happened to me.  i still wanted to get my tongue pierced, so i stuck to my story.  

well, a few minutes later, i came out of "cold steel" with a hole in my tongue, and a huge smile on my face.  to celebrate, we decided to go to the pub.  a few drinks later, i went home to catch a few hours shut eye before going to Astral Phoenix's 3rd birthday party at tyssen st.  so, on sat. night, my friends and i got all dressed up, got completely wrecked, and danced the night away (terrific music by the way, best i've ever heard), tripped our faces off, and had the time of our lives.  it closed at 7, and since none of us were done partying, we decided "on to the drome!!" it would be fitting to end this weekend at the place we started, i thought.  coming full circle.  

anyway, the guy at the door of the drome asked us for £5.  i looked in my pocket and pulled out 70p.  my friend looked in his pocket and pulled out lint.  the guy at the door must have been on something, because he let us both in for 70p.  ALL HAIL DROME SECURITY! we proceeded to dance the next 3 hours away in the middle of an underwater-type room, quite good decorations, very cool music, very much fun.  when antiworld ended, it was time to retire to my bed.  i ended up passing out at about 12pm, and not waking up until it was time to go to work at 8am monday morning.  so, that was my weekend.  starting at the drome, ending at the drome, with a little bit of astral phoenix,  and tongue piercing thrown in for good measure.  a wasted weekend is never a weekend wasted, i guess... until next weekend...

xoxox
katy