Calling last night; in the usual sort of way, I stayed sober and left early in the vain hope of getting a decent night's sleep, and in the usual sort of way two good songs got played just as I was trying to say goodbye to people and I had to wait for some of them to get off the dancefloor, and in the usual sort of way I therefore got home not quite early enough to get enough sleep. This is starting to become a habit…

Talking to Gareth yesterday, it occurred to me what's changed most about the Calling. It's that nothing interesting happens any more. When I talk the next day to someone who missed it, the best I'll say about it is ‘it was fun, lots of nice people and some good music’.

I'm sure that when I started going it was a lot more eventful. People would get semi-accidentally knocked over in amusing circumstances; completely unexpected people would snog each other (not just in the raise-one-eyebrow ‘oh, I didn't know those two were involved’ sense, but in the full-on mindboggling ‘she snogged who?!’ sense); random inappropriate people would show up in bunny slippers; back in those days the Superdupervixen joke was still new and funny; hell, I met lark_ascending there, which I suppose wasn't of much interest to anyone else but it was rather good for me. There was a fairly good chance that if someone who'd missed it asked me ‘how was it?’ the next day, I'd be able to tell them something which would actually make them wish they'd been there.

Now it's just a bunch of goths drinking, smoking and dancing. And yes, a lot of them are lovely people I don't see enough of and this is sufficient to make me turn up regularly, but it isn't the way it used to be.

I wonder if something really has changed, or if it's just me starting to show the first signs of old age by thinking everything was more fun when I was younger. *sigh*