Relief.

[growler_south]

I went to the Hero party the year before last- it was a last minute thing, I was at Paul and Alan's pre-party drinkies when one party goer fell ill and offered me his ticket. I thought, what the hell, it'll go to waste otherwise, and if I turn up, hate it and go home again it's no big deal.

I think I set a bad precedent, because I turned up and actually had a good time. First time I ever enjoyed myself at a dance party- I was in a good headspace, with lots of great friends, and not a care in the world.

That particular confluence of events didnt happen last year. Or the year before that at Mardi Gras. Or any other time I've considered going to a big dance party. And it's not happening today either.

But it's all ok now. Alan seems to have sensed my misery and offered to sell my ticket at the door. I'm going to all the pre-party drinkies (small, home BBQ affairs, boisterous and intimate) and then- well, I'm not sure, but I wont be counting through my breathing in the middle of a crowded dance floor.

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I know, and its all about the headspace I'm in at the time. I always seem to be in a strange, confident headspace when I'm around you, is all. Not that I'm complaining...