As I'm writing this, I'm finishing my morning espresso (only one these days) and making an arepa for breakfast, here back in the flavhaus. Infest was very good although these days I don't go to any of the after-parties. Shame that Project Pitchfork had had to cancel due to illness (really? a month and a half before the event, sounds a little like "sorry, we'll not be able to make it because we are going to be ill...") so VNV Nation substituted for them. That wasn't a bad thing; Ronan is a master of whipping up the crowd and managing it. One of the rare occasions in which I at some point stop being detached from it all looking from outside and find myself carried along, put your hands in the air, etc. I enjoyed Juno Reactor's set enormously, too; It was a kind of discovery in that although I even have a couple of tracks of theirs here I'd never really paid attention to them. The big revelation for me, though, was Legend, the Icelandic band. Or Leg-End as inevitably people were calling them. Talking to the front man later was very good too, find that somebody whose music you like is a really nice guy.
There were a few more musical discoveries and a few new people, caught up with a few good people I seldom seldom see, managed not to lock myself out of my room (that was, actually, a distinct possibility) and made it back to the train station in good time yesterday morning. All in all, a very good time at Infest. My right ear still is blocked, mind. I also haven't managed to get rid of the glitter. I suspect that stuff, once it falls on you, follows you to death.
Today, a couple of lessons (literally) and nothing more. Guitar practice and reading -currently, The Apocalypse Codex, one of Charlie Stross's funny geek sysadmin- demonological take-the-mickey-out-of-Lovecraft novels; before that, while on the train, 'Space', an enormous Stephen Baxter science-fiction book with a breath-taking perspective, extremely gloomy but interesting outlook about life in the galaxy at large and the Fermi paradox.. and cookie-cutter characters.