Aaron and I end up getting to the club pretty early. Eric and the band have just arrived, setting up their stuff, and Fran's over in the corner by herself. No sign of Deb -- God, I really hope she shows up. No sign of Carl -- I really hope he doesn't show up. No, I don't mean that. Oh yes I do.

I have to admit, I'm still feeling a little strange about what happened back at the apartment before we came over. There's a weird silence settling in between Aaron and me, and I can tell already it's going to be one of those nights, and it makes me wonder we I was so adamant about coming tonight. Adamant. Adam Ant? Jeez, I need a drink.

Aaron seems pissed already -- Jesus -- so I ask him if he wants his usual gin and tonic, and slink away to the bar to get away from him for a bit.