02.03.12

6:01 p.m.

back in july, there was a party thrown at the house in which i live. it was my birthday and we had a party. a party, with friends and acquaintances and, it was fun. people got drunk and high and had a good time.

and for the duration of the party, i was mostly in the basement. spinning records for people to dance to and lounge amongst. people would come down, shake their butts, sit down for a while and talk. we had christmas lights up on the ceiling and sofas to accommodate. it was a good time.

but, there was a stretch of time during the night for say, twenty minutes, where i was alone with the music. everyone had gone upstairs or outside and i was playing records for no one but me.

and eventually someone came down and tapped me on the shoulder and laughed, 'wow, you must really love this! seriously. i mean, there's no one down here. and yet, here you are, still, mixing records. wow!'

and i was a little drunk. and the only thing i remember saying is, 'well, you never know. somebody might come down.'

and eventually somebody did. eventually almost everyone came down and danced. and i dropped every solid gold house classic that i could think of to keep them there. to keep them there, dancing. stuff like get get down and rendez-vu and boogie monster and sing it back.

and it was funny. dug was standing next to me the entire time, and after each record was mixed through we would look at each other and scream 'house's greatest hits!'

but anyway, my point. yeah, my point is, is that i made people dance and, in the end, everything was worth it. my point is, is that missing out on the party and being alone for stretches of time, all of it was worth it because i got everyone to dance for a half of an hour.