I wanted to dance. Dancing can be such pure fun, where you let your hair down, lose your inhibitions and just live in each song as it hits the dance floor. The night didn't go quite as I planned, although there was a little bit of dancing, the mood of the crowd was an odd one.
The club was oddly quiet (perhaps due to the bank holiday, or the fact it is Notting Hill Carnival weekend) and the people who were there were particularly off-their-faces, which is never an environment I relax easily in.
So I didn't stay out as late as I'd anticipated, but the hidden silver lining was that the lack of hangover made breakfast in bed very pleasant.