Hot and Sticky.

Last night I went to check out Steve Aoki at The Whiskey. It was the first big show that I've been to since I saw MSTRKRFT back in the summer, and he did not disappoint. The night was pretty slow to begin with, N and I thought we would be safe if we hit up the bar a little later than usual. We both learned our lesson when we saw MSTRKRFT and by the time the first three DJs had finished, we were both dehydrated, tired, and cranky. It took a vodka redbull or two before the alcohol worked it's magic and I was wide awake and liquored up enough to dance. 

The floor was one big meat market, and some of the merchandise was questionable. I really have to learn to keep my story straight when I cockblock, it doesn't look very convincing when someone sees you tell a guy that the girl her is her girlfriend, only to say to him that she has a boyfriend. Thankfully, I think that the majority of them were high enough not to care. 

By the end of the set, I practically had to peel myself off the person beside me. It probably doesn't sound particularly appealing, but I love that feeling of being spent. When you have danced for the past 4 hours straight, gone through your fair share of vodka tonics and water bottles, felt the bass in pound in your chest, and yelled until you knew you wouldn't be able to speak the next day,

You've experienced contentment.