I went to a rave last night. It was as weird as you would expect.

I'm definitely still jetlagged from Tokyo. Around 8:00 I get pretty sleepy, and I've been taking it easy the past couple of nights as a result. Last night was a different story: I got a bite to eat at a local place and I chatted a bit with the two young bartenders, a couple. The were very nice, and they said that they'd love to invite me out to a party that they were going to after it work. That was very nice of them to offer, I said, and I'd love to go.

Since I don't have a phone, they said I should just come back to the restaurant when they finished up, around 1:30. In the morning. Now I don't harbor any illusions about myself: I'm not cool. So my reaction to this, of course, was: guh. But I'm on vacation and I should do zany things like that so what the hell. I did, however, scamper back to my hotel room for the ol' 11:00 - 12:30 nap. I'm such a wuss.

Anyway, we pile in a cab together and head out to this place, which turns out to be in an abandoned banquet hall, like, out by the airport. Walking into the place was like stepping into 1997: dreadlocked, baggy-panted, writhling hippies jumping up and down to fucking trance music and waving, I kid you not, glow sticks. Doesn't get much cooler than that. On the plus side my two new friends and I were not only the most sober people in the place, but also (far and away) the best smelling.

We sort of bobbed around for a couple of hours or so and then headed back to the city. Was it weird and stupid? Yes. Was I glad to have done it? Absolutely.

My sleep schedule, of course, is now completely effed.