Just got back home. Vincent wanted to get out, and I wasn't opposed to going out to a club, so he picked out The Pleasure Principle at Catalyst Cocktails. Except that it isn't actually a club night so much as a few DJs in the back of a bar. It's a nice bar, with tasty drinks. And by tasty I mean YUM rather than just being strong. However the "dancefloor" holds exactly four people dancing and two standing around talking, and the music was B-sides of all the 80's synthpop you don't remember. There were crates of real live vinyl records that they were DJing with! I don't remember the last time I saw DJs hauling around crates of vinyl. And there was 30% more chicks in ugly pants! (numbers of guys in ugly pants at clubs is always incalculable). Really though, it wasn't THAT bad. The DJs were pretty good, and the company was good, and Tony was there, but I still had the urge to pull out my spandex and snort cocaine. I'd go back if more of my club friends would go with me. (spandex ok, but don't bring cocaine) A woman there was having her 40th birthday, and she wanted to hear 80's music. That means she's been listening to the same music for 20 years. It's like people that go to 1984 for New Years, but at least you don't have to pay good money to stand around in the armpit they call Cat Club.