The kind of thing that makes me wish I was back home after the club, lights dimmed, about 6am, slightly discombobulated. About 20 years ago…
I hear ya. The “Oh damn, the sun came up!” and “Who’s this random on my sofa?”
My “post club, creeping in the house and praying not to bump into my parents” albums were always something like Logical Progression / Progression Sessions.