OK, what happened last night?

I am not sure I am able to answer that question, but it all started with a single Tweet…

dandellion on Twitter:

It doesn't matter that it is 00:53AM, and that I just woke up… It is party time!

Between 00:30 and 01:45 I woke up, got a digest version of a hot shower which I planned for 3 hours earlier, choose outfit, posted this twit and teleported in front of the club. Ops… pardon,… my human did. I took over an hour latter, in the darkness and loud music of 250-people techno club.

dancing

Well, it is fair, isn't it? My human plays with my avatar from time to time. Quite often, actually. So? Why cannot I play with our meat, flesh and bones and have one night in the meatspace? Or my regular night from time to time? For grid's sake, I am not Mr. Hyde to not let me go out sometimes? But all this was not enough. During the negotiations, I even offered my human to guest post at this blog.

You already owe me that. You took my column in the magazine. Bitch.

OK, I did. But it was a job for me. It is great to have an avatar writing about all that tech and internet stuff. I am earning us all those hosting fees and virtual land, dammit. And, I want to dance sometimes too! To dance, not just to run in the animation. Anyway, the night went on.

At one moment somebody mentioned second life, asked me something. Oh, nonono… we're not going to talk about second life. Or was it in the morning? I don't know. It was just before the dawn when we left the club and headed to chillout apartment. It was starting to snow and teleports are always down in the meatspace so I logged off. At least, until we're in the warm and cozy again. 

And that is right where we landed, warm, cozy and colorful. Yes, I was really too bad to my human last night. I took over again. It was me in charge most of the time. And it was good. As morning developed it was more my set of thoughts, situations and personal relationships than my human's. If you know what I mean. If you don't, then nevermind. It is funny to see what second life can teach you.

chillout

Problem with those chillout parties is that after one point they can last for ages. Sense of time fades away and it is not really important if it is 9AM, noon or late afternoon. It can go as long as there are enough food, drink and other necessities around. At one moment you just have to cut it. And any moment is good as any other.

Human frowned the face while leaving, looking the bright snowy morning through the curtains: "Gotta make myself in tune with reality outside."

She smiled: "Oh, fuck the reality".

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