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I will tell you this.
I left Vision a little bit after 2 am (Glaude was still on if I recall) to go to a different party for break-beats. It is the same loft party that Andy made his way to. For those folks who were unaware of the bad stuff - the night was a lot of fun with a ton of great break-beats being played.
For those who knew the guys that were running this monthly event, it was a bit of a disaster. For example, I wasted 45 minutes of my life trying to get a screeching, wailing, piss-ass drunk girl into a cab and get her the hell out of the party.
Here's a memorable excerpt of conversation that I had with her.
"--me: YOU NEED TO GO HOME, YOUR CAB IS OUTSIDE AND YOUR JACKET IS NOT HERE"
--her: I.. have... an.... idea...
--me: That's fucking great, where was that idea half hour ago?
--her: I'll call my uncle, he's a cop, he'll come here and help me find my jacket.
--me: ..........
--her: Don't worry.... he's cool....
--me: .........."
I almost grabbed the phone out of her hand and chucked it out of the window at that point.
I don't remember exactly, but I think I might have been pissed off enough after all that time to give her the option of me helping her walk down the stairs and helping her into a cab. Or having me kick her down the stairs (45 steps at least) and then carrying her body out to the cab. Eventually, I walked her out, gave the driver 15$ and told him to take her home.
This night will be memorable to me for quite some time, but not because of the music, unfortunately. I gained a whole new level of appreciation for club/party personnel who have to deal with drunks, belligerent assholes, idiots, lee hotti's, and all that shit baggage that unfortunately comes along with the music.
Rob & Myra, if you really really want the details, just hit me up on AIM. My AIM username is in my profile 
Last edited by Aquadyne on Jan-31-2006 at 03:29
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