Of all the nights to get all tuckered out
(okay, well, zonk
ed) at the Critical Mass
and have a little nap
from 9 pm until... oops, 2 am: this had to be it.
Eschewed the company of friends to attend two parties which I slept through so I got no party, friends and the sleep wasn't too good either (nightmarish - something about being taken hostage after being given a warning not to be somewhere.)
It all ended well enough, though: lousy food at an all-night restaurant, a friend who hadn't had a chance to wear her New Year dress, running around on an ice rink, hiccup cures and, well, Metallica, which wasn't so good but I got to shake the car with my headbanging so surely that counts for something.
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