Visual proof that gamer girls can clean up alright
Here's me on Saturday evening before heading out to an I Heart Durban party at The Origin nightclub. It was my first time out clubbing in 18 months actually, and my first time at Origin. I suppose my expectations were influenced by my experiences at other "trendy" Durban nightclubs but Origin wasn't what I thought it would be. With the obvious absence of the goths and emos (no doubt all across town at Burn), the club played host to every other conceivable social cliche in Durban - from the mulleted rednecks to the Big Bang Theory rejects, from the 80s glam escorts to the distinctly unglam middle-aged lesbians.
Whether Origin is always like this, or just when an I Heart Durban party is on, I don't know. What I do know is that I had a great time with a bunch of programmer friends and acquaintances.
Now, in a semi-related vein, I'm plotting that next time there is one of those local blog- and/or Twittersphere competitions (AKA thinly veiled popularity contests) running, I am so going to glam up and see if I can use physicality to wrestle some votes away from the usual winners.