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Hopefully third time is the charm, like saying goes (I hope  ), since this is the third time I've started to write this post... Can anyone lend a few more hours to the day?
Anyways, on last friday the gay student club at my uni went clubbin' at the local gay nightclub. We assembled around 6PM to the home of 2 of the club members (they're a couple) for a before party, which consisted of lots of hanging out and stuff like that. Around 10.30 PM we bravely set off for the nightclub, in an absolutely charming weather of sleet rain and wind. And about 30 mins later a group of very wet people arrived at the club.
It seems 11PM was rather early at the club, since there weren't that many people there and the dance floor was empty. A few of the more experinced clubbers in our group did go to dance pretty soon, but, it being my first time, I waited until there was more people on the floor. Between 12PM and 1AM me and one other "newbie" (as in first time to go dancing) joined the other people on the dance floor and I'm glad I did! I never realised how much fun dancing could be, even if I don't know how to dance. But luckily no-one seemed to care about my dancing skills, as long as I wasn't stepping on their toes...
There was a smoke machine, and lots of colourful lights going around the room, so more than once the whole dance floor disappeared in a cloud of colour-changing smoke, which did create a pretty awesome effect for those dancing there Nothing but smoke, lights and the beat of the music around you, very surreal 
All too soon people started drifting home, but me and the "newbie" that came to the dance floor with me decided we wanted to stay longer, which meant missing the last busses of the day. Well, we came up with a brilliant solution: We stayed at the club dancing (and as the night wore on talking, since we were both getting a bit tired) until it closed at 4AM. After that we walked to the trainstation, noticed it was about 2 hours until our trains left and decided to walk along a road going alongside the tracks to the next station that is open all night, so that we could get out of the cold (wet coat, sweaty shirt and cold weather isn't a nice combination). So we walked the 2-3km (1.5-2 miles, I think) to the next station, where we hanged out talking until our trains left, a bit past 6AM. And I finally got home around 6:30AM and to bed a bit after 7AM, feeling very tired, but having had a BLAST!
Setras
That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.
-Master Li in Neil Gaiman's Sandman
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