So when I went on a two-week holiday to the UK, I spent two nights in a
hotel in London, an 8-day cottage rental for the Spring Whitby-Gothic
Weekend, and 2 nights in Jennie's flat. On one of those last nights, I
followed Potatojunket to a club night. It took a lot of What? to get to
the point where I could understand what a drunk guy at the club was
saying and turn him down to the idea of following him home. Whole
interaction should have taken less than a minute, but the place was
louder than some of the noise shows I've been to since then.
I think it was after the club closed that I had the most meaningful new
interaction on the sidewalk with the guy who learned New England
geography because of H.P. Lovecraft.
-TenshiKurai9