One thing in Ibiza last week which reminded me how fascinating clubbers can be is how people respond to randoms approaching them in nightclubs. Take, for example, the responses when a girl is approached by a guy - in this case, "the guy" in question was none other than myself, a messy, grinning, glowstick-wielding mess:
Have I missed something here? Or are some people seriously this enamoured with themselves?
Very odd... ;o)
(p.s. I'm thinking that option 2 is the best plan at the moment...)