BigBadBaldy
TRIBE Member
Well well well...
All you muthafukkahs who thought Gaetano was going to spin soft housey shit were sadly mistaken.
HE FUCKING KILLED. Hard as shit ALL night long. I'm sorry, ElektroTekBabe, you would have LOVED IT!
..or so my feeble mind imagines.
Shout outs to:
derek: I love you, when will you be mine?
SpazGirl: NEVER give me phone numbers on napkins at parties. I sweat like a PIGGIE (awww, Kumi!) when I dance, and am currently drying your number out. It's good to know I have a new party-pal!
Destro Sanchez: Dude, I'm so glad I met you, and thanks for the beer! Hopefully I'll make it out tomorrow and return the favour. We'll have to chat sometime.
mr tall: What can one say about mr tall, but FANTASTIQUE! Nice to meet you!
Ok, now the BAD. I FUCKING HATE ELEMENT WHEN IT'S RAMMED. I get all sucky and selfish and think that people should respect my space, when that's really an impossibility. HOWEVER, it would be nice if people would at least give a hand on the shoulder and an "Excuse me" when smashing into me. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK? Especially when I'm dancing, I FUCKING HATE THAT! I saw some girl who looked like she just jumped out of Flashdance who was ready to pummel someone for the same reasons. I kept laughing at her, because I could relate, but I think it just made her more angry. Oh well.
The GOOD. I really like partying at Element. I always see people I know, me and Julian ALWAYS do a shot of tequila to start the night, and I can stand behind the speakers and not totally fry my ears.
Anyway, good tunes, a little lethargic so I was not up to my usual full tilt spastik freakshow. Lotsa hot women, I must add. Especially one girl whom I was considering trying to steal away from her boyfriend, but decided I was too tired.
Oh, I had to leave because my left calf kept cramping up.
Oh, and dancing in black socks makes my feet really dirty.
Oh, and I really love taking a nice hot shower when I come home.
Oh, I wish I had a reefer, but all I have is a big glass of Polish Bison grass Vodka.
Oh, who fucking cares?
BBB.
"Can't you stop saying fuck all the time?"
All you muthafukkahs who thought Gaetano was going to spin soft housey shit were sadly mistaken.
HE FUCKING KILLED. Hard as shit ALL night long. I'm sorry, ElektroTekBabe, you would have LOVED IT!
..or so my feeble mind imagines.
Shout outs to:
derek: I love you, when will you be mine?
SpazGirl: NEVER give me phone numbers on napkins at parties. I sweat like a PIGGIE (awww, Kumi!) when I dance, and am currently drying your number out. It's good to know I have a new party-pal!
Destro Sanchez: Dude, I'm so glad I met you, and thanks for the beer! Hopefully I'll make it out tomorrow and return the favour. We'll have to chat sometime.
mr tall: What can one say about mr tall, but FANTASTIQUE! Nice to meet you!
Ok, now the BAD. I FUCKING HATE ELEMENT WHEN IT'S RAMMED. I get all sucky and selfish and think that people should respect my space, when that's really an impossibility. HOWEVER, it would be nice if people would at least give a hand on the shoulder and an "Excuse me" when smashing into me. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK? Especially when I'm dancing, I FUCKING HATE THAT! I saw some girl who looked like she just jumped out of Flashdance who was ready to pummel someone for the same reasons. I kept laughing at her, because I could relate, but I think it just made her more angry. Oh well.
The GOOD. I really like partying at Element. I always see people I know, me and Julian ALWAYS do a shot of tequila to start the night, and I can stand behind the speakers and not totally fry my ears.
Anyway, good tunes, a little lethargic so I was not up to my usual full tilt spastik freakshow. Lotsa hot women, I must add. Especially one girl whom I was considering trying to steal away from her boyfriend, but decided I was too tired.
Oh, I had to leave because my left calf kept cramping up.
Oh, and dancing in black socks makes my feet really dirty.
Oh, and I really love taking a nice hot shower when I come home.
Oh, I wish I had a reefer, but all I have is a big glass of Polish Bison grass Vodka.
Oh, who fucking cares?
BBB.
"Can't you stop saying fuck all the time?"
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