Miguel Migs

<--(My old best friend, Kerwin, whose wife won't let him come out and play with me anymore because she thinks all cute women that are near her husband are dirty whores.) Miguel Migs was playing at Chop Suey last night. It was seriously the worst set I’ve ever heard him spin. Migs’ house is usually a deeper jazzy house, last night he was playing hard house…which to me, is about two steps from techno. It was still pretty good music, but it’s definitely not his best, which is usually mind-blowing good. Of course it had to be a night where I’m trying to introduce Sung to house music. Booo! A really good DJ can convert someone to listen to a certain type of music that they normally don’t dig.

I ran into a good few friends that I have not seen in 3-4 years…gosh it has been that long since I partied hardcore. A few years back, I used to party with this group of friends that were seriously the most hardcore partiers I’ve come across. By hardcore, I mean we party EVERY single night for months on end. I’ve stumbled home at 9 in the morning to shower and grab a change of clothes...work…then go out that night and rinse repeat. The guys would compete to see how many freaking days they can stay up…that I never quite understood, they looked like zombies and communicated like one after day three. Looking back now, I don’t know how any games got made, but they did…we actually got fan mails for some of the AI I wrote for them. One day, I just got bored of partying that way and stopped cold turkey.

So I got a lot of, “Where’d you go? You just disappeared.” It’s always nice to see old friends.

The highlight of the night has to be this hot little Asian gal coming up to me on the dance floor and saying, "Champagne!" I had been re-meeting a bunch of Kerwin's friends, so I assumed this gal was one of them. So I did the polite, "Oh hi, nice seeing you again..." Blah blah...expecting her to leave after a friendly hug. But she didn't go away...instead she said, "You don't remember me, do you?" I looked at her, and said, "Oh...sure, you're um...Darian's friend from Japan?" She's staring at me...then it hit me, she's a good friend of mine from the party past, Clyte. How good? Well, I would be lying if I said I never made-out with her. Hey, now...girls partying together...getting drunk and high together...they sometimes make-out... It's like how you get a bunch of girls in my women's college, there will be pajama pillow fights, it happens. Throw enough girls together and things happen in a realm outside of men's imagination every now and then. It's like the hundreds of monkeys on typewriter thing, only this is hundreds of girls...and instead of composing Shakespeare, you have pillow fights and make-out fest...it's all beautiful. Yeah, I can't believe I completely forgot who she is for a good long while...we've even driven up to Vancouver together and went to some crazy loft party there.