We had a great time at the_mercury. It will be done again and next time, possibly with the husband. Despite coming home smelling like smoke (a scent I noticed only after I was home), the smoke at the Merc wasn't nearly as bad as I remembered it to be. I'm not sure if that's because I was at "my spot" or what. The music was good. The eye-candy was available and the snarky wench was in chains.
Being still wide awake, I have commenced "Operation No-Hangover" with much drinking of water and I will be having a bit of starchy soup here shortly. In the meantime, I will do my round on the internet and think about my fantasy for the evening.
There was the most beautiful bald black man in a kilt who could dance. My God! That man could move. Talk about being a joy to watch! Mmm! Lovely, lovely man who will be making appearances later this week in my mind. He never stopped dancing long enough for me to tell him that he was gorgeous to watch or to exchange phone numbers or anything. Ah, well.
Now, to take off the make-up...