Last night the dj...

No, he didn't save my life or anything like that. But he was REALLY good. Jumping from OMD to the Dire Straits, back to Depeche Mode, from there into a greater tour of the 80s electropop, 90s dance scene, and even the odd Greek pop song, peculiarly the kind that almost doesn't sound greek. In the end there was about 6 of us jumping around like silly, and he kept us all there for an hour or two switching from one tune to the next without even leaving them on enough for us to shout "wow!". And not a single casualty.

It was one of those "for old times sake" parties (for me anyway), where you wonder if so and so will be there and if they will have changed as much as you have, and what that other guy's wife will look like etc... Well in the end H hadn't changed a bit, almost none of the others were there, and that other guy's wife was nothing like I expected!

For a while my only companion, except some random conversations about work and kids, was a bottle of baccardi. But then the good music kicked in, and with it some memories surfaced, the good kind, and before I knew it I was completely wasted.

And yes, Sissy, I'm drinking lots of water.