I thought it might be best to get some sleep, so i slept from five till seven. Pretty soon i'll get back to vaguely normal sleep patterns, i'm sure.

Before the show, H and her friend had mentioned that they were going to the after show party. I'd heard a little about this before and asked if they had to pay for their tickets. They said no and that, in fact, H had asked to see if there might be a spare one for me, but it had seemed unlikely.

Still, i tagged along anyway and when we met up with the others it appeared, after some logistical experimentation, that i would be able to have a spare ticket. I was going to a party hosted by the Scissor Sisters!

The club was in Charing Cross. It was called Rouge. The larger of the two rooms, with a black and white tiled dance floor at one end, onto which spiralled a staircase which, we later learned, led to the Scissor Sisters' more private party, had a bar all down one wall and was decorated all over in Scissor Sisters iconography and paraphernalia. As well as the prosaically clad bar staff, Rouge was populated by various dancers, dressed in a style reminiscent of the Montmartre club from which i assume this place takes its name. They drifted around the two rooms, sometimes simply dancing or wafting past in a breath of perfumed air, sometimes offering round glasses filled with sweets or an erotic looking snake. (When i wrote this down this morning that said 'exotic', but this is what it looked like i'd written now i've come to type it up, and actually i think this is more appropriate.)

I was still in a daze, and it took me quite a while to realise that the bar was free. They were giving away alcohol. You didn't have to pay. I would probably have drunk more than i did were it not for the fact that my Vodka and Coke's already tasted stronger than i suspected they should. Even the single, usually quite effectively masked by the cola had a suggestion of accidentally inhaled hairspray to it. (Although naturally now it's a long time since i used hairspray.) But i drank enough to loosen my tongue and my limbs. I lost a little of my reticence, and grinned and giggled the rest of the way.

I had a brilliant time, would have done even without the promise that we would soon be joined by our adored hosts. I met quite a few people from the Scissor Sisters forum, really great chaps (Chaps of both sexes) the lot of them. Once again my shyness earned me the label of 'sweet'. It isn't that i don't adore being thought of as cute and sweet, it's just that i don't think that opinion of me generally lasts long.