i'm going to write up a little review corey styles; nice long description of the whole night
going into this party i felt that i had to see what this milk thing was all about. i had an impression that it was this all dressed up affair where people were a touch on the snobby side and there was really bad house. as it was, i had some doubts about actually going, seeing as the Flirt party at una mas that i was at, seemed really great. so i wasn't as excited to go as most people probably were. i am a pretty open guy, and i walked through the front doors with an open mind. i figured that if the place was nicely decorated and my friends were there, then it couldn't be all that bad.
with this in mind i walked through the doors, quickly went ran towards the washroom for yet another pee stop, as the many drinks of the evening were taking a toll on me. as i walked towards the back i reallized the abosolute beauty of the set up. the cloth draiped from the ceiling was a perfect way to create different atmospheres and walk ways around the warehouse, at the same time as giving it a more small party feel than the warehouse usually does. one point for milk!
as i return from the washroom and collect the drink that mcbee had bought for me (i blew all my money at the last bar we were at) we find our friends and the adventure begins. drunk as anything i find it a little hard to dance, but this gave me a great opportunity to people watch. i notice that the crowd is pretty varied. everyone from the partier from way back to people who've probably never been to what we would consider a party. but this works so well.
as i listen a little more, i actually find myself enjoying the music and i can't help but try to dance, despite how slow and drunk i feel. i can't help but continually think of how refreshing house is from my more usual drum and bass diet.
i end up running into a few people that i knew and chat it up for a bit, and somehow commit myself to buying tons of drinks next weekend for corey (and i think i promised stevie some drinks too, but i've been told he'll only need one and he'll pass out cold). no worries, i'll come through guys; making others drunk is almost as much fun as making yourself drunk, so we're all good.
as the night goes on i meet a host of characters here and there (seeing as my drunk idiot friends continually wandered away!!!). i find it nice to once again meet random people while i'm out on the town, and the people i met were great company.
music gets progressively better and the dance floor continues to rage on. didn't even try to find space on the dance floor area, as it was too packed, but i opted for a nice spot just off to the side. i'm starting to reallize just why milk has bcome so much of a household name. the overall love of music and dancing seemed to be second to none. very nice change as well to the clubs where people have little clue of what's actually going on, and where only a few people dance.
by the time i have to leave to hand out a few flyers, i'm left really drunk, but better than that, i'm left waiting for the next milk party.
Izzy, you rock! you put on a great show.
CC
