So I just spent three hours in a smoky and undesirable environment, which wasn't joyous. I guess some of the company was good, so that in part made up for it. But I did a stupid thing and left my discman, along with headphones I also use in the computer, in Mum's car when I decided to leave early with Trudy (Mum'll probably be another half hour to an hour) so now I have no sound on my computer. Mum better be home soon so that I do have sound.
There was this guy singing all these old rock and roll songs, some of which I didn't mind, particularly the Buddy Holly one he did, and my family kept on trying to get me to dance - note here that what I do cannot even be called dancing. I kept on refusing, and managed to get out of it with as little embarrassment as possible. Why do families love embarrassing other family members?