Yeah, that’s right – somehow (unfortunately we have got it into our heads that everything Tom does is cool – clearly this is not the case..) Tom managed to talk us into going to a rave on Saturday. A rave. I haven’t been to anything that could be classified as a rave since 2000, and my glowstick idolatry peaked somewhere around 1998…but it was actually fun. Mostly because the rave was held at the Pacific Science Center (I’ve never partied with dinosaurs before *insert lame joke about parents here*) but also due to the fact that the rum-to-coke ratio in the drinks they served was the opposite of what I’m used to.
Needless to say, I’ve spent the day on the couch. I’ll come back stronger tomorrow. I feel too old for this – ironically I seemed to have hurt my hip while dancing. How sad is that??