masquerade

For some reason tonight I ended up at the gothic masquerade ball. Twenty five bucks to watch a bunch of poseurs prance around in fluffly shirts, sweet jesus. There were some hot chicks there, but they were all, you know, goths. At least I managed to maintain some semblance of mellow, didn't bottle anyone at all! not even the band -- definitely a point in my favour. So very tempted. But I guess this proves I can drink and not get violent, kind of. Managed to keep it together mostly, grinding my teeth into little yellow stubs but still keeping it together, mostly keeping it together.

A violent riot would have improved the evening immensely. Just my opinion.

I am trying very hard to mellow the fuck out.