(look, I'm really sorry about the continued use of Electric Six lyrics. It's not big or clever, I know, but it is fairly germane to today's entry)

So, last night I went to a gay club in Raleigh, as the token straight guy with my friends. It was…an interesting night out; I was told by Mandy (assume spelling correction to come) before we left for Raleigh which toilets to avoid (i.e. the ones without a lock on them), and a little about what to expect.

To whit: lots of men with no shirts sweating on a dance floor. As you'd expect, really. I have to say that I wasn't the greatest fan of the music, which seemed to follow the tried and tested formula of "stick a thumping house beat on, our kid, and change the singer every now and then, you know, for variety", but I guess that it did its job well enough.

I can't say that I have too many enlightening comments on the night; although it was funny to hear the girls complain about the lesbians in the corner who were just talking rather than dancing, and their bartenders are quite annoying and rude. I did feel a trifle out of place, although I know I wasn't the only one, so that made me feel better a little.

Anyway, after discovering more detail than I perhaps needed about Mandy's piercings, and avoiding lots of broken glass, we headed off to the essential destination after a night out: yes, the Waffle House. Waffles and hashbrowns for all! Or something. Eventually, just as the sun was coming up, we got back to Chapel Hill, ready to sleep away a rainy Sunday. And my last full Sunday here. Boooo…