Ah, the things we do to either a) support people we know or b) look like we’re cool. My old manager Nick is also a DJ on the side, and it’s always fun to go out of a night if he’s playing. The last time I made it, his set time was 1 in the morning. Thankfully, this time, it’s a much more manageable 11pm. Having had a sufficient amount of predrinks, off to Basement 45 we go, into room one for an hour of well-mixed house music. I dance as much as you can describe what I do as dancing. I have a good time! The vibes are good, I’m with friends, I’m the right level of drunk that my inhibitions about looking awkward in public are lessened, but not so much that when I get to bed at 1.50am (we may have stayed longer), the room does not continue to spin as my head hits the pillow. I’m not an expert in house music, but it seemed suitable enough to dance to, no one seemed to have any problems, and all seemed to be enjoying themselves. If I go more, I might have more of an opinion. We’ll see if that ever develops.