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Wandered off to Secret Room last night. It was the first night at Masquerade and I was expecting a tiny crowd. Wrong. One of the better turnouts I have seen in a while. I got out on the dance floor a bit, and sometimes I even managed to overcome my embarrassment with the way I move. I have a bit of a sense of rhythm, but when combined with movement, I fuck it all up. In a lucky move, Masquerade is much larger and darker than the Vault, so I could pick a little corner and dance there in semi-privacy. Alas, you needed to be on the photographers list to bring a camera in. I wasn't. So no cool pictures from there this week.

Di and I made it to Highlander a few seconds before the close of last call. A final Guinness to end the night on. Further wackiness ensued, but I'll write that later.