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it was the best and worst time of my life.... PvD showed me again why he got me into trance and I was basking in classic PvD drum rolls and pulsing basslines. Track after track of pure bliss and massive choons.
Getting in the club was perfect, definitely better than all previous times I seen him. Even found a street parking around the block. However, how the fuck do you fill up a coat check and fuck people over holding coats all night?
lucky for us, our friends had a VIP passes and we were able to sneak into VIP section and leave our coats on chairs. Chilled all night next to two sexy cougars (early 40's), hot as hell and not shy to show off ass and sexy moves.
I had a blast, haven't been so impressed with PvDs since Roxy days, albeit it was sad to see him wrap up so early.
I wanted to say that night was perfect, except... nearly dying or being seriously fucked up less than 2 miles away from my house on the way back completely killed great mood and desire to have an afterparty (see "near death" thread, if curious). I guess in a grand scheme of things, it was a perfect night because we had a great time and avoided a wreck that could have been catastrophic for us. Unfortunately, poor guy who must have fell asleep at the wheel didn't fare as well... I hope he lived through the worst rack I've ever witnessed... Chilling chilling chilling end of the night, I haven't been myself since it happened. Just keep on thinking about it.
Which also was a sign that my clubbing days are officially over. Sure, this sort of thing could have happened regardless but I just realized that night driving is much riskier and not to be done unless absolutely necessary. And I"m not a public transportation person either. So, looks like my clubbing ends just like it started - witnessing PvD being absolutely fantastic. And if you think about it - it's a great way to retire my clubbing shoes.
Thanks for great memories, Paul....
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