Same layout but bigger and with elevator. Friday night for chilling and later was Saturday. Glide's community hours. Paid community hours. Queens Museum as a huge living room. Can you imagine all that art in your house? Then is no room for my records or the guest's records. There were more records in Ricardo travelling bags than in my whole shelves. Motherfucker. Saturday night at home. Stoned. It took me a while to be a DJ, but finally there was some magic. But it didn't record it!!! Motherfucker. So stoned. Sunday. Back in the huge arty leaving room. States of mind. The registration. Some dancing. Friends got distracted by art and subway repairs. Lovely. Gracias a Sara. Gracias a Sol. A nap. Ready for Louie Vega at Love. MLK day is the favorite holiday cause it is about us and good parties. Awesome Louie Vega. We left when he was just starting. Twisted. Very twisted. Five something in the morning. All I need for the rest of the party year.
Shopping. Hannah quited it. We were ready for chilling at home. So cold outside. The car got stolen. It was not towed, it got stolen. Incredible. There was more chance for a guy wearing a red leather suit for an interview but it happened. Shit happens. We chilled though. Hannah just got rid of that car.
Some expectations for the full moon. Please come again. I mean you and everything and do it beerless motherfucker.
