Earlier in the night we'd gone to night two of Cloud Dance Festival, being held up near Caledonian Road. The best piece of the night was a naked, blindfolded tango, about which I can only say PHOAR. The worst part was the woman sitting two over from me telling off the festival photog for doing his job - the shutter click was too noisy for her. I leaned over to HER when the next break came and told HER off, to go move if she didn't like it as he was being paid to be there and the dancers needed those shots. GRRR. I also got a phone call from shevek, who, it appears, is moving to the US. Wah.
I left Showoff 20 minutes before last train, but apparently only just before the second to last train, which had a platform FULL of people waiting to get on it. Not all people did. Then when we got to Kennington, well, we were unable to make it onto the next southbound Northern Line train, and, well, after what we'd just seen at Leicester Square, we gave up and went upstairs to get a night bus. Cue getting home nearly an hour later than normal, and people being insane all the way- they wouldn't all fit on the night bus either. It was awful, but I managed to make it almost all the way through Love in a Cold Climate, which I'm enjoying a lot.
But still, with the time change, suddenly I was getting in bed at 3, and then had a hard time sleeping all the way to 11 even though I was exhausted, so here I am rushing around at 12:30 to get to Angel for 1:30 to meet my new house sitter and then go see Lost Musicals at Sadler's Wells. I hope I can stay awake. Making duck tonight and bringing computer with me so I can write up my ballet review from Friday. AIEEEEEE need more sleep.