post die-hard: dead and loving it

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die hard 4 is a powerful combination of testosterone, geekery, and stunning action sequences with beautiful visuals. pure AWESOME.

spot and i walked to mike's place, sat over beer and chili-fries, and the beer hit me on our way out. ta2 gave us both free entrance, and we picked up a friend on the way in.

the party was fantastic. i don't think they can achieve that level of solid rocking fun again. that, and the live performance of dudu zar (דודו זר) was great, culturally educational fun ^_^

after ta2's set, which drove a completely packed dancefloor into a total frenzy, the jerk-off who stood in for him last monday came on and cleared the room. fast.
rule of thumb for dj's: if people are disappearing rapidly, you're probably doing something wrong.

some amateur house / trance dj came on for the closing set, and wasn't only bad, but he put the sound up so loud that we could feel our hearing being damaged.

so the bad stuff sucked, but nothing can detract from how amazing the party was until 4am - and i got some serious exercise from the long strings of my favourite songs, so much so that i feel it offset the smoking a little :P

[the morning conversation] on gas:
better out than in, i always say - maybe, but better out through the mouth. the power of a good burp to instantly right all wrongs must not be underestimated. farting just doesn't do anything productive.

with one exception. when you're out having a good time, and at some point in the morning your belly begins to ache - you're certain you need to drop a few pounds, it's painful, but club toilets leave too much to be desired.

so you suffer until you eventually get home, sit down on the can with your novel (a magazine's not going to do it for this one), and you're about two sentences in when you experience a euphoric release as a long sigh of gas escapes. all the stomache-pain immediately dissolves, and all that's left to do is put the book down, wipe (because everyone has a touch of OC in them), flush (well, now there's toilet paper in the bowl), and go to bed renewed and comfortable.

and it's with that thought (i lie, i'm actually fantasizing about tight leather and fishnet stockings that were grinding in front of me all night) that i go to sleep.