will be getting to the airport sometime before 5am tomorrow to catch our 6am flight to chicago, then cleveland. i've never been there, but the people the people that are throwing the party we're spinning at are all good as they say.
getting up that early isn't really much of a problem, but it does make me slightly nauseous for some reason. weird, eh? jondi may do an all nighter and roll into the airport (people are still advising him about what to do on jondiandspesh.com), while i am definitely not. tonight i'm bbqing a pork tenderloin at home and chilling with astrid.
p.s. i'm betting we'll end up in the back of the plane again. those seats seem to be a specialty of the travel agency our booking agency works with. not that i really mind...
...i'm writing another news story that will be put up on qoolsf.com when the site is ready to go (should be soon). the site will be all about qoöl, the party that jondi & i host on a weekly basis. of course there'll be basic stuff like info about upcoming djs as well as new stories about anything vaguely related to qoöl (ok, some of the stuff will be just pure entertainment). i'll tip you off when it's up.
p.s. did not hurl last weekend thankyouverymuch. hope to not hurl again. ever.
(dear reader, there is no point to this little story. nor is it even very funny) i hurled on friday. the night started our innocently enough - dinner with friends. i had sautéed sweetbreads & coq au vin with some wine, and a whisky for desert. then we were off to mason's birthday at anu where i jondi & i spun our hearts out while sipping on a couple of pints. fun times. next stop? a party across town to catch scott carrelli's set and see some more friends. that's when we ran into guiv (spundae founder, man about town, you know the guy), who's main way of communicating that night seemed to be via shots of tequila. i had one. then off to get a chair massage near the edge of the dancefloor. then guiv appears with another shot, and a "request" that i go and spin a tagteam set with scott. scott and i hit the decks (i'm playing out of his record box) and after about 2 tracks, guiv rolls up with another generous helping of that mexican fire water and sticks around to make sure we drink it. we somehow finished the set (scott is on just as much of the stuff as i am - thanks guiv!), and i wobbled into the passenger seat and was driven home (thanks astrid!). all is still pretty well until about 5 minutes after climbing in bed. i sat bolt upright and took off for the bathroom. man o man. it's been several years since that's happened. glad it did, thought. the next day was bad enough. i couldn't imagine if any more of that stuff had entered my blood stream.