just want to keep all my ducks in a row
Jan. 27th, 2003 01:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeOh my god, this song is SICK.
This weekend has been up and down. I trotted my ghetto ass out to Lancaster with the Engineer, Stef, Justin, and a few other people for a house party. Which was out in Bumblefuck Nowhere. Some tiny little house out in the middle of nowhere, with cows and shit all around.
It was okay, though.
Despite the fact that it was the most bizarre grouping of people I've ever seen in one place at one time. They seemed more like a bunch of party hopping frat boys and frat mattresses, rather then dance kids. There was one girl there, Tammy, that I had met at Stef and Justin's friend's apartment a couple of weeks back. So, it was keen to see her again. She's a crazy dancer, so much fun to just watch her. It would be nice if I could dance like that. I'd probably dance more often, if I could.
One guy there, we decided isn't going to last the next couple of years. He was so fucked up by the time we got there, and it was still early. He fell down the stairs TWICE when we were all there and fell off the step in the garage after we'd left. From what Stef told me, he'd also taken 25 Xanax in the past day and a half or so. TWENTY FUCKING FIVE. Jesus. Makes me sick.
I also got mauled by some huge guy in a white wifebeater, who apparently knew who I was through Justin. "OHMYGOD, YOU'RE DJ JUTTIN'S BIG SISTER!!!" and then enveloped me in some kind of hug/headlock/noogie hybrid. I saw my life flash before my eyes, I tell you. And he made my pigtails all fucking crooked.
Thankfully, I missed all the DJ drama (which I got to hear about the next day). Some guys were hogging the turntables and others were getting pissy. When I left, it was still Jut spinning (and doing a damn fine job of it, too).
The way home was long and the surrounding countryside was pitch black. The Engineer and I wound up missing our exit off the Pennsylvania turnpike and had to turn around (the others did this as well, I found out today). We managed to finally get back to NJ and staggered into an all night diner, which had one of the rockingest juke boxes I've seen.
I passed out, practically face down, in my bed. And today, skipped out on the witchy meeting to head to Stef and Justin's to pick up the Union Jack platform creepers Stef gifted me with. Wound up staying a bit longer then I had planned, as we were talking all kinds of talk and playing with their dogs.
Now, I'm just wishing I didn't have to go to work tomorrow as I'm not very tired right now and am attempting to download some Pete Tong stuff (which is taking for-fucking-ever). I might just let it go on by itself and go to bed, my ass is /beat./
This weekend has been up and down. I trotted my ghetto ass out to Lancaster with the Engineer, Stef, Justin, and a few other people for a house party. Which was out in Bumblefuck Nowhere. Some tiny little house out in the middle of nowhere, with cows and shit all around.
It was okay, though.
Despite the fact that it was the most bizarre grouping of people I've ever seen in one place at one time. They seemed more like a bunch of party hopping frat boys and frat mattresses, rather then dance kids. There was one girl there, Tammy, that I had met at Stef and Justin's friend's apartment a couple of weeks back. So, it was keen to see her again. She's a crazy dancer, so much fun to just watch her. It would be nice if I could dance like that. I'd probably dance more often, if I could.
One guy there, we decided isn't going to last the next couple of years. He was so fucked up by the time we got there, and it was still early. He fell down the stairs TWICE when we were all there and fell off the step in the garage after we'd left. From what Stef told me, he'd also taken 25 Xanax in the past day and a half or so. TWENTY FUCKING FIVE. Jesus. Makes me sick.
I also got mauled by some huge guy in a white wifebeater, who apparently knew who I was through Justin. "OHMYGOD, YOU'RE DJ JUTTIN'S BIG SISTER!!!" and then enveloped me in some kind of hug/headlock/noogie hybrid. I saw my life flash before my eyes, I tell you. And he made my pigtails all fucking crooked.
Thankfully, I missed all the DJ drama (which I got to hear about the next day). Some guys were hogging the turntables and others were getting pissy. When I left, it was still Jut spinning (and doing a damn fine job of it, too).
The way home was long and the surrounding countryside was pitch black. The Engineer and I wound up missing our exit off the Pennsylvania turnpike and had to turn around (the others did this as well, I found out today). We managed to finally get back to NJ and staggered into an all night diner, which had one of the rockingest juke boxes I've seen.
I passed out, practically face down, in my bed. And today, skipped out on the witchy meeting to head to Stef and Justin's to pick up the Union Jack platform creepers Stef gifted me with. Wound up staying a bit longer then I had planned, as we were talking all kinds of talk and playing with their dogs.
Now, I'm just wishing I didn't have to go to work tomorrow as I'm not very tired right now and am attempting to download some Pete Tong stuff (which is taking for-fucking-ever). I might just let it go on by itself and go to bed, my ass is /beat./
