Psy Trance!

damn damn damn good night of music. I forced my self to dance as much as I could, and am right wrung out. Precious little sleep before Star Wars tomorrow. Some of that trance would have sounded at home on an industrial night, it was harsh at times but very dancable. Our ManRay Krew rocked the house. I heard from onlookers that a few people were scoping me, but they were being macked on something fierce and I didn't feel like being Yet Another Annoying Guy. I was tongue tied over someone, but didn't feel a connection. This time.
But onward to more important things, like sleep. Next week will be Manray and I'll see if someone remembers my name...
Nights like this I'm glad to come home to an empty bed...