There's no where else like Fridays!

I went out to a going away party last night.  Kathrin (One of my ex-housemates) is heading back over to Germany (where she calls home).  We had a few drinks over at her new place and then went out to one of the clubs in Mooloolaba.  There it was a quiet night with only 3 fights breaking out.  Usually it's a lot rougher.  Last time I went I was on the dance floor when a fight broke out right next to me.  It's kind of freaky watching a fight in strobe lighting.  In general though, I've noticed that it is really funny watching drunk people in action.  When drunk, people start making inane, pointless conversation to absolute dickheads (others met at the club that is, not the guys I went with).  During these conversations emotions seem to go from undying love to outright hatred and back again in the blink of an eye.   Maybe I'm getting over the going out and partying stage in my life now, of course, maybe I'm just getting too disillusioned by the caliber people out there today. Who knows?