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Well, I went all out Sunday night.

Didn't plan any way of getting home, nor did I have any accomodation, so I was leaving myself a little open in that regard. I trekked in the city to go see The Cat Empire, pretty much the best band kicking at the moment (mp3 below), supported by a festival of acts.

The supports were quite listenable, nothing great, I was more focused on those of my friends who hadn't made it into the front area, and how to get them in (gosh, I'm such a saint). Just Ziggurats from The Beautiful Girls though, which I wasn't impressed about.

Then The Cat Empire came on, and I went for it. At the front of the crowd, dumped my bag on the stage and started dancing, going for it, twas grand! A moment later I looked around, and the crowd had transformed, a population boom to say the least! Other friends still hadn't gotten into the front section, despite having tried to find them and have our tickets given to them by an accomplice.

Guest musicians, dancers and new and old songs made it a great set, and even better by the attention I received - I had a sensual body rub directed at me from the stage by lead singer Felix Riebl, and my wing-man Sanxi got him up close and personal too. The way concerts should be.

A highlight of my musical life, no doubt, this was a great show, and one I wouldn't ever want to miss again.

Post-gig, we exited to find a couple of friends (Steve and Tully = bitches) had knicked off on the last train home, missing the end of the show... flailures. A few more friends left, so Sanxi and I started cruising the city. We had danced through the whole show, so were pretty fucked; I bought energy drinks and sugar, as I had no form of ID on me.

We found some city friends and went back to their place for a night of no sleep, lots of eating, talking, and of course shananigans (the house got kind of trashed).

We took showers, which didn't do much, and left. Took a train home, back to Sanxi's flat, took a kip, and on to band practice.

Attention spans had waned completely at this point, we made it through a few songs, had dinner and then I collapsed. I don't remember much after that.

Made it back to my joint, and fell into slumber, to wake up to a day of work. Only problem was my legs had pretty much stopped working. All the jumping and dancing from the night before had taken their toll in the form of deep muscle trauma.Naturally, I called in sick sat for the whole day, occasionally stretching.

A great night, followed by a horrible aftermath - wouldn't pass it up again for the world!

P.S. Still sleep deprived, and kind of fevery... which is good... right? P.P.S. Hayley, if you find any more food in your wardrobe, it wasn't me, it was Sanxi...

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