You know, people who don’t understand Second Life think people who come here and party are nuts. You know it is so. My best friend was worried that I need a psychiciatrist. Hehe. It has to be put into perpsective for anyone to really get it; like, it’s like watching television except you are part of the show.
Last night, I went over to The Line to help get DJ Angie’s Tuesday gig kicked off. I screwed up on posting the event times and Ange started two hours earlier than she planned — ouch — but we had a good crowd despite the Olympics. Btw, I’ve been staying up way too late watching the Olympic coverage. And, awwww, last night that amazing young hurdling champ, LoLo Jones who hit a hurdle and lost, what a sad story — made me cry. Anyway, after Angie’s gig, Mat and I went over to Hot Wet Blues and we danced until the place closed.
I’ve been partying way too hard since Saturday and I’m kind of partied out. Oh, no regrets! However, I’m going to need a night away from it all.