A night of one too many DJs and a handful of cool kids

The venue was epic; a converted airplane hanger, plane included. And even better? - one of my best friends behind the bar. Score one for the free booze team. Which probably explains why I had to disembark from the train pre-destination this morning, in order to grab some much needed fresh air. I did not, repeat did not want to be responsible for the "vomit comet". And while the raging headache acutely reminded me that as i get older, the hangovers last longer, the memory of Tiga's (whose career I have been following long before he wore his sunglasses at night) uncanny ablity to move these retired danceshoes, bought a giant (albeit queasy) grin to my face. I went to see Soulwax, but pretty much left after Tiga was done; his dirtytechobeats definitely making it...



i heart neon.