|Current music:||Gabriel + Dresden / Essential Mix 5.07.06|
My inner gay man tells me that evenings are not well spent if I'm not covered in glitter, with my left eardrum bursting, and clothes reaking of vodka and Red Bull.
We live our extraordinary lives in an afterhours world. Why cannot people understand this? Contrary to popular belief, the majority of the afterhour partiers are post-college graduates between the ages of 20-35 and typically corporate professionals making a very handsome living. Their attraction to the club scene and house music is an interesting phenomenon that I can only explain from my own personal experience.
People amaze me.
ps. I leave for Ibiza in 87 days and I wish I could express how fucking excited I am.
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