Tuesday Was a Glorious Blur
Okay, so… I told you about this new Tuesday club night. I asked you to come to the opening and holy fuck, you actually did.
And it was incredible.
Four hours of total ecstasy. Or X. You know… because I have no idea who gave me what, or why I decided this was the night to mix everything together. I remember it being one hell of a party. I just don’t remember who took me home, whether there was one of you or several, or what gender anyone involved was?
I do remember everyone laughing when I lost control, feeding me more, and how, at the time, it felt like exactly the right thing to do. I mean, I’ve been preparing my body for this for a long time. You’d think I’d be used to it by now.
Anyway, here’s what I do remember.
I remember Nikki playing an absolutely fucking fantastic set. I remember all of you pouring in and joining the madness. I remember Invad3r taking over the decks. He was supposed to play for an hour, but in my head it lasted closer to three. At one point, I swear I left my body and floated toward the ceiling.
Crazy. Impossible. Fucking wonderful.
And I remember taking photos, or at least trying to catch all of you.
Now that my head is somewhat clearer, I should explain something about my camera. It’s a great camera. I love it. You’ve seen what it can do. But whenever I start shooting in bursts, when more and more bodies fill the room, and the temperature keeps rising, a little warning light appears.
Apparently, the camera has detected Frantic Panic Shooting, or FPS.
When things become a little too much, it automatically lowers the FPS. If you look closely at the photos, you may notice the results: blurred eyes here and there, among other things. Eventually, the camera just gives up and shuts down completely. So some of you may be missing. I’m sorry about that.
Don’t worry though, I’ll catch you next time.
These photos are all the memories I have left. Take a good look and if any of you would like to tell me what the fuck actually happened to me, I’d be more than happy to hear it.
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This post is not sponsored or paid for in any way. I was also not blackmailed or tortured to write it.
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