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A few things I remembered:
1) as I was dancing there was paint falling off onto my skin = HIGHLY annoying and itchy
2) the big, bald, blue-eyed seemingly head bouncer came out and poured vodka down anyone's throats which imo = what the hell dude?!? put us into your club 1st THEN pour vodka down our throats to say sorry for the wait...not the other way around. I felt as though it was the club's way of telling us to shut up and I totally refused any alcohol that was offered to me outside the club. (Plus isn't that like illegal...and an attention catcher for cops???) Not something I would have told my head bouncer to do under Thursday night's circumstances...
3) Wanna talk about these so-called classy people who were at Tribe? These high-rollers, elites whatever...I walked into the girls' washroom and there were about 4 broads railing blow off the fkn counter...I mean, if you're gonna do it, do it in a fkn stall at least, no?!?!?! VERYYYYYY CLASSSYYYY girls...With the door swinging open every 0.47 seconds, I'm surprised they weren't caught and thrown the fuck out by the big bad mean bouncers who spilled my drink on me.
4) I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SICK I can't breathe properly, I sound like a freakin man when I talk cuz my sinuses are all blocked BAHHHHHHHHH plus I didn't go to class today ANNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDD I couldn't even get my fkn Digweed pics on a CD cuz the damn machine at the photo shop was broken
But I met Diggers so it's ok 
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Afterhours is a state of mind, but significantly, it's more a state of 'I don't mind'. A determined continuation, contentment and relief that 'it ain't over yet!' An injection of music into attitude and occasion which creates an emotional wave forth that isolates globally, a ringing harmonic, a signal to a like-minded collective that 'we are only us'.
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