This is probably the longest stretch that i haven't posted anything. So let's do a semi-short recap:
Saturday:
After deciding not to go out the night i arrived meant that i could wake up at a decent hour. Caught up with my best mate and it was like old times, one would never think 2 years had gone past without us not seeing one another.
Then met up with Miss Gobbie for a beer or two [actually, i drank the beer, she stayed on the non-alcoholic side of life]. Was later joined by Lxy and Krys and we all decided that we would all go out for dinner on Lygon Street. By the time i was half way through my mushroom risotto, i was stuffed and was struggling to finish my Carlton Draught.
Then as i was heading home, i decided to meet up with another mate of mine since i hadn't seen him for awhile. I soon found out his mates and him were heading to Bubble. A club known for being unofficially racially divided, somewhat dodgy and littered with feral individuals... each to their own, i guees. But nothing beats a club filled with patrons dancing hardcore til the early afternoon, especially if the tunes are spot on and you've got the energy to spare.
Sunday:
As the hours moved on we continued to dance our little hearts out on the talcum dusted flooring. Until we decided to take a time out when we realised we had utilized our stored energy. With 5 hours of dancing and continuous sweating, the endorphins were running high. By the afternoon my mate and i chilled out for a bit whilst we watched double episodes of random sitcoms and comedy skits. It was an unplanned night and i enjoyed every moment.
I later headed home and the sun was out in full glory. I managed to get a 4 hour snooze before my other friends and i headed off to Pharmacy: Our Law at Metro. Still exhausted but determined to make the most of it, we arrived by 11.30pm.
Monday:
And for the 1st hour or so, spent time meeting up with a few clept.net members, DJs and caught up with a few friends i hadn't seen in awhile. Once we made our rounds to check out the place, my mate brought me back stage and as i tried to get a decent shot from the stage, my settings were wrong and somehow the images didn't come out right. [So i will shamelessly steal them from Hayden once he uploads them... THANKS TO PUFFBOY, who's always out to rescue... ahahha!]
Eventually, i settled to stand on the level behind the dance floor so i could get a clear view of the console. I couldn't wait to hear Kutski and Organ Donors spin.
As more people pooled in, so did the heat!
The ventilation wasn't exactly great and being surrounded by energy fueled strangers made me feel slightly queezy. The lack of oxygen in the air didn't help so i made my way outside and sat my arse on the cold, dirty pavement whilst i sucked down a bottle of Gatorade.
Eventually i made it back inside and made it to the main dance area in front of the console. Which was around the time that i bumped into my best mate [who had previously mentioned was NOT going but somehow scored tickets].
As the beats started getting harder, the crowd grew and the energy kept escalating. By the time Misjah came on the tunes steered towards Gabber and with BPMs that could easily cause a headache after a period of time.
With the much awaited Hellraiser closing, one is bound to expect his tunes to be dark and heavy. With his heavy eyeliner, dyed ebony hair and pale complexion, one could easily mistake him to be related to Marilyn Manson. But i have to admit, his stage presence is top notch. With his over dramatic movements and hand gestures whilst he spins, one can't help but be entertained and thirsty for more.
By that time, the soreness settled in and trying to keep to the beat was impossible... i reckon it was going at 140 bpm. BUT having said i would visit Brendan and Jilly's club, PHD for the afterparty, i tried to conserve my energy. As we walked i whinged to my friends about my soreness and the fact that trams were built so people could use them. But due to our indecisiveness and the fact it was really cold in the morning, we walked from one end of the city to the other. Yes, we are dumbarses.
As the early morning breeze brought in a small wave of PHD followers and Pharmacy goers, it would make sense to go if ones' intentions were to continue on dancing as recovery. Although the term "recovery" is far from the truth for majority, i managed to find little bursts of energy to dance. But ended up sitting my arse down whilst i tapped my already swollen feet to the familiar beat.
But Miss Gobbie and Magik did rawk up, so it was great to see them. Even though i spent most of the time restless but too tired to dance. And with an unfortunate circumstance that came up, it got me in the worst of moods and i was slightly pissed off.
But by 3.30pm i made it back home and my mates were busy watching t.v. As i painfully removed my shoes, i am almost certain they were instantly inflated like a malfunctioned life vest.
After watching The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift, we noticed every single "japanese" woman in the movie was attractive to a degree, proportionally blessed, tall and sported a heavy rack. Which is probably why it can be listed under the CHEESY MOVIES to watch list.
And after failing to find a movie amongst his choices saved on his XBOX, it ended up that we watched the first 15 minutes of SEVERAL movies.
But now Little-Miss-Me is slightly sleep deprived and is showing initial stages of toenail falling off due to dancing for so long. PLUS to add to that beautiful image, she wears her SALONPAS patches proudly on bruised/swollen parts of her leg/feet/back/shoulder.
Which can only mean one thing... i need to start start getting fit.
Saturday:
After deciding not to go out the night i arrived meant that i could wake up at a decent hour. Caught up with my best mate and it was like old times, one would never think 2 years had gone past without us not seeing one another.
Then met up with Miss Gobbie for a beer or two [actually, i drank the beer, she stayed on the non-alcoholic side of life]. Was later joined by Lxy and Krys and we all decided that we would all go out for dinner on Lygon Street. By the time i was half way through my mushroom risotto, i was stuffed and was struggling to finish my Carlton Draught.
Then as i was heading home, i decided to meet up with another mate of mine since i hadn't seen him for awhile. I soon found out his mates and him were heading to Bubble. A club known for being unofficially racially divided, somewhat dodgy and littered with feral individuals... each to their own, i guees. But nothing beats a club filled with patrons dancing hardcore til the early afternoon, especially if the tunes are spot on and you've got the energy to spare.
Sunday:
As the hours moved on we continued to dance our little hearts out on the talcum dusted flooring. Until we decided to take a time out when we realised we had utilized our stored energy. With 5 hours of dancing and continuous sweating, the endorphins were running high. By the afternoon my mate and i chilled out for a bit whilst we watched double episodes of random sitcoms and comedy skits. It was an unplanned night and i enjoyed every moment.
I later headed home and the sun was out in full glory. I managed to get a 4 hour snooze before my other friends and i headed off to Pharmacy: Our Law at Metro. Still exhausted but determined to make the most of it, we arrived by 11.30pm.
Monday:
And for the 1st hour or so, spent time meeting up with a few clept.net members, DJs and caught up with a few friends i hadn't seen in awhile. Once we made our rounds to check out the place, my mate brought me back stage and as i tried to get a decent shot from the stage, my settings were wrong and somehow the images didn't come out right. [So i will shamelessly steal them from Hayden once he uploads them... THANKS TO PUFFBOY, who's always out to rescue... ahahha!]
Eventually, i settled to stand on the level behind the dance floor so i could get a clear view of the console. I couldn't wait to hear Kutski and Organ Donors spin.
As more people pooled in, so did the heat!
The ventilation wasn't exactly great and being surrounded by energy fueled strangers made me feel slightly queezy. The lack of oxygen in the air didn't help so i made my way outside and sat my arse on the cold, dirty pavement whilst i sucked down a bottle of Gatorade.
Eventually i made it back inside and made it to the main dance area in front of the console. Which was around the time that i bumped into my best mate [who had previously mentioned was NOT going but somehow scored tickets].
As the beats started getting harder, the crowd grew and the energy kept escalating. By the time Misjah came on the tunes steered towards Gabber and with BPMs that could easily cause a headache after a period of time.
With the much awaited Hellraiser closing, one is bound to expect his tunes to be dark and heavy. With his heavy eyeliner, dyed ebony hair and pale complexion, one could easily mistake him to be related to Marilyn Manson. But i have to admit, his stage presence is top notch. With his over dramatic movements and hand gestures whilst he spins, one can't help but be entertained and thirsty for more.
By that time, the soreness settled in and trying to keep to the beat was impossible... i reckon it was going at 140 bpm. BUT having said i would visit Brendan and Jilly's club, PHD for the afterparty, i tried to conserve my energy. As we walked i whinged to my friends about my soreness and the fact that trams were built so people could use them. But due to our indecisiveness and the fact it was really cold in the morning, we walked from one end of the city to the other. Yes, we are dumbarses.
As the early morning breeze brought in a small wave of PHD followers and Pharmacy goers, it would make sense to go if ones' intentions were to continue on dancing as recovery. Although the term "recovery" is far from the truth for majority, i managed to find little bursts of energy to dance. But ended up sitting my arse down whilst i tapped my already swollen feet to the familiar beat.
But Miss Gobbie and Magik did rawk up, so it was great to see them. Even though i spent most of the time restless but too tired to dance. And with an unfortunate circumstance that came up, it got me in the worst of moods and i was slightly pissed off.
But by 3.30pm i made it back home and my mates were busy watching t.v. As i painfully removed my shoes, i am almost certain they were instantly inflated like a malfunctioned life vest.
After watching The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift, we noticed every single "japanese" woman in the movie was attractive to a degree, proportionally blessed, tall and sported a heavy rack. Which is probably why it can be listed under the CHEESY MOVIES to watch list.
And after failing to find a movie amongst his choices saved on his XBOX, it ended up that we watched the first 15 minutes of SEVERAL movies.
But now Little-Miss-Me is slightly sleep deprived and is showing initial stages of toenail falling off due to dancing for so long. PLUS to add to that beautiful image, she wears her SALONPAS patches proudly on bruised/swollen parts of her leg/feet/back/shoulder.
Which can only mean one thing... i need to start start getting fit.
1 comment:
Hey Chrissie!!
Great to see you again babe! It was a long time coming!
If you're free this week for lunch, gimme a call and we can hook up!
Would be really nice to catch up with you again before you jet off back to KL.
R
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