"FWLS8" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

my Qwik-Return-Flight ticket be invalidated. It was afternoon
already, and I had places to go, people to meet.

So, I had to settle for a taxi. I won't be insulting to the
cab company despite the numerous faults in hygiene in both the
cab and cabbie alike, for the cab driver was very nice, offering
advice on where to go, and even some of the local delight, a sort
of mushroom. I accepted the mushroom, wrapping it carefully in a
hankie I always keep to clean off seats before sitting in them.

My first stop was the PeezLuvDope, a nightclub with a rather
clever pun in the name. The whole outside of the building was
covered in examples of the local artwork, mostly done by the
spray ink stuff, but the inside was another matter.

It took about fifteen minutes to step away from the door,
because unfortunately the entire inside of the club was coated in
mirrors. So here I was, trapped looking at several fine
reflections of my manly physique, unable to move, cornered by my
own good looks. Fortunately someone dislodged me upon entrance
to the club, and it broke my gaze. I might be there still if it
weren't for that.

This clearly was a club for young people, and while I'm no
old fart myself, I'm certainly not a spring chicken. Ha ha, I
love cliches! The music being played was that rather odd mix of
styles which originated on C'atel... I do believe it's called
grime, or something similar. The various young people around me
were having a good time, bumping into each other and jumping
about like little Yttian Jumping Beans. After a few drinks...
and we DO know what I'm like after a few drinks, right? (giggle)
I figured I'd have a go.

Of course, this style of dance would never work at some of
my more posh parties, but I enjoyed it all the same. Of course,
my sport coat will never be the same again, but it was worth it.
The actual bumping into each other was only part of the fun, I
found out. There was a side stairwell on the stage, and a little
path of cute yellow arrows to... a diving board! Yes, the crowd
acted like human water (what a great comparison!), holding out
hands to catch whoever dived from the stage. There were some
impressive flips and spins, and the occasional bellyflop. I
considered participating, but the sound near the actual stage
from the two guitar, one bass, one drum band was quite loud and I
feared ear damage.

I did get to have one moment of pure silliness, however. I
noticed a sort of ladder leaned against one of the walls, and
numerous pipes and bars above which held up speakers and lights.
Casting my common sense and tasteful inhibitions away, I promptly