the corner office

Myself, Ronwen, P and L went through to Pretoria last night, to check out Zeplins. It's been around for a couple of years, but it was the first time Ronwen & I had been. It's basically an alternative music nightclub emporium type effort: 5 dancefloors in a huge old building in the Pretoria city centre. One goff (rather kak, modern goth that is), one Industrial/EBM, one Metal, one mainstream alternative and one retro, playing everything from older alternative stuff to 80s pop to 70s stadium rock (even the occasional 60s tune).

Cool place. Fair share of freaks, oddballs and losers - I've realised I'm getting a little old and cynical: some of the people really needed more hugs from their moms when they were kids, but by and large a decently-sized crowd of people, relatively pretension free, getting their groove on. The variety of dancefloors and music and people kept things a lot more interesting than being stuck in a poky club with one genre of music the whole night, and the size meant we could easily move around the building and find seats wherever we were. Nice.

The coolest thing about the club is that they sell Coke (of the mineral variety) in 340 ml cans, which rocks. It's the first time I've seen a nightclub do that, usually it's just wussified 200ml cans which contain two swigs or more often, just poured into a glass with sludgy ice, which is usually overpriced and a PITA to lug a glass around. Cans are way better. Being the DD for the night, one appreciates these things.

Now, if it wasn't such a long bloody drive home, it might even be worth going there more often. We stopped in at Bimbos on the way home for the traditional goat burgers, and I finally crashed after 4.

Rainy weekend in Joburg, so today's a struggle between chilling out and doing nothing, and house-cleaning since P&L are coming around tomorrow morning at 5 to watch the Grand Prix with Ronwen. I'll be waking up at a more human time, to join 'em for breakfast.