I cant believe how many club parties i’ve attended in these latter months, what a late bloomer! lol
Friday night was my trip to the state… of trance with Armin Van Buuren held at the World Trade Center. This is probably my most expensive dance party but I just couldn’t pass it up; glad i didn’t. After all, I’ve been planning for this a since seeing Chicane. Too bad NA couldn’t make it cuz of some shit.
I stepped in the venue slightly drunk from the 2 bottles of beer Carlo and I had at dinner. This is the only event where I entered the floor with the gang–there’s me and Carlo, Basol joined later on, the glimmering and bronzed beauty of Martin came into view, followed by the boot clad Jane and Christian.
Blake Jarell is on and he’s playing it good, pretty mind blowing and were loving it. He really pumped up the party that had almost everybody go wild and free. And for his finale, he did Chasing Cars and a GV mix of Around the World. We can’t help but notice how synched the light direction is with the music progression. This early in the show, I reckoned this is gonna be a dream party. To top it all, he’s quite cute too.
The great Armin Van Buuren jumped in and continued to bring pulse to the prancing zombies. He’s a bit dramatic with his transitions, strangely enough, if not for the low nano seconds in between mixes, the music never piped down even to the last beat. I was drowning in trance and fancied by the lights when something so familiar came on–came back to my senses hearing Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit. I thought that would close his set, but he kept on. The crowd thinned by this time but party animals still lingered. Basol came to pick me and Carlo up, turns out he and Martin were already outside waiting.
Its already 5am and were chasing the sun, this is the latest (or the earliest) we stayed for a BigFish event. This show kills the rest I’ve been to, indeed the best party this year, a dream set for everyone in a state of trance.
I stayed a while with the company of Martin, Basol, DJ and the rest of the lost boys till the sun hurts. I unlocked my apartment door surprised my sister ain’t there as previously planned. Counted sheep and fell asleep and woke up in time to sleep, but I figured I’ll do my weekend grocery shopping. I lost a day! guess I’m the lost girl. I was prolly awake for only 5 hours on Saturday.
I had a full week, I deserved a full weekend of great music, friends, alcohol and why and what not?
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