Had a blast DJing with Sean and Lizz last night. The schedule got screwed at the last minute due to a band playing, but everyone worked around it and a good time was had by all. And Herb only got on the mic once. He grimaced at a few of the songs, but all the girls dancing meant that grimace kept turning into a smile.It's also the first time I've seen a band frantically breaking down their gear for fear someone might stomp on it whilst busting a move.
It was a hell of a fucking dance party. I played '80s music and didn't mind one bit, even though I was in a super "I wanna play all brand new and unreleased stuff" mood going into the night.
Now I am in a "can't fucking wait to see Milk At Midnight at Quencher's tonight" type of mood.
Yessssss.
NOTE: That picture is old. 'Balls wasn't out last night. And neither was his Italian hooker cousin. But I suspect I will see both of them tonight. Fer reals.
ANOTHER NOTE: After reading that last sentence one is forced to ask: when exactly did I turn into an eleven year-old?
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