I had a near miss with a club tonight.
I haven't been clubbing in more than 3.5 years.
This isn't bad in itself. But... I wanna!
Tonight, I was at a barbecue with some friends. One of them was going out to the Carling Academy for Bulletproof*, which was the best night when I was a student. Back in the 1990s. I realised I hadn't been clubbing in forever, hadn't been to Bulletproof since 1997, and was overcome with an urge to go.
I was driving, but I was happy enough to stay sober and just dance the night away. So I nipped back home to change my shoes and top and to give D the wine I'd bought for him on my way out, telling him I'd be back by 1.30am. Then back into Newcastle, to the Head of Steam where my friend was meeting the rest of the crowd.
Where we stayed.
By which time, it didn't really seem worth paying the fiver to get in for ten, twenty minutes of dancing.
So now I'm home with a glass of wine and feet that are still itching for a dancefloor.
And next week her sisters are around and she doesn't know whether she'll be going out.
Oh well... maybe the week after.....
(or, does anyone in newcastle fancy bulletproof next weekend?!)
*incidentally, if you click through you can click through an archive of seemingly all the flyers that Bulletproof has ever done. It was such a nostalgia trip to see the flyers that used to coat my bedroom wall when I was at uni. I miss being 19.