Observations on Mado

So I FINALLY got to go to Mado. Finally. And it was a blast. I think my dance itch has finally been itched.

They played Cotton Eyed Joe--how could I not get my dance itch itched with that. Oh, and there was the 10+ minute Madonna set. That helped, too.

For a last night at Mado for quite a while, I really have no complaints...except one. (You knew there had to be one, right?)

It is this:

Now, it's one thing when you see one rather attractive young gentleman out of a crowd of generally lacklustre candidates. It's another when you see two rather attractive young gentlemen out of a crowd of rather lacklustre candidates. The unfairness begins when they see each other and proceed to go at it. On the one hand, it's like having your own personal soft-core porn performance. On the other hand, it just seems oh-so-cruel.

I have to be to work in six hours, which means I have to be up in four and a half, which means I should go to bed.

Tomorrow is going to be a very long day.