Last orders

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Last night was the last night of drinking for the rest of the year. Yep, back on the wagon, because as much as i enjoy being drunk and dancing and laughing, i also deeply enjoy being not drinking. It was also the last night of partying EVER and really, another fabulous evening in Belfast. First there was Harlem. The place was filled with beautiful drunk people, like nicely drunk. And i was just journalling and enjoying the atmos, when the beautiful drunk people started setting up and then one of them got up to sing. He was like all suited and he was singing Sinatra really really well. OMG. And his friends were like giving him all the support they could give him by waving at him from the floor... it was pretty cool. I didn't want to leave.

But i had to, because then we went for dinner. Which was about a million miles from where i had just come from; a cheap and cheerful Chinese. Laughing and again people filling the place... and then we went to Filthy McNasty's and it was another wonderland of lights and pavillions and people laughing. God there is a lot of laughing in this place, isn't there? Christmas, Christmas... and finally we went to the Pothouse, or the old Pothouse to dance the night away.

Listening to Beyonce's Crazy in Love now on Youtube and i remember a long long time watching this in the Empire. Well you know... that's the end of the season's craziness, i am now back to being mother and back to being responsible and all Steinery. And it was all good, all brilliant. And who knows what the new year will bring? Except the most wonderful things. And i have also learnt that when we suffer we grow, so it may not all be easy, but it is all good. When we suffer we are awake, when we are pleasured we move into the dream... and it is the waking and dreaming despite anything and everything that we must look for, no matter what.

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