3.04.2007

weekend

So this weekend I hit up night of the remix for the mashup edition. got a headstart on the night by throwing down some elephant beers. They had b.cause, ross hogg, cutso and satva on the turntables. Mashup turned into dudes just playing 80's joints which I can't take to much of but fuck it we had a good time anyways. The next morning I got wake up and drive to glamorous Los Altos Hills. Stef was djing an all 45 set on Diane's show on KFJC. I spent my time there listening to music and recuperating from the previous night. The set was to promote Stef's birthday party which is gonna be the 9th at Milk. She's got a gang of dj's lined up doing all 45 sets the whole night. It's going to be good times as fuck. The line up is fucking Mr Supreme, B.Cause, Kingmost, Matthew Africa, Centipede, Ross Hogg, Neta, Madison, Rascue, Fernando, Vinsol, and Serg (not me). Shit is going down.

Man last night we went back to milk for the Supersonic party. Dj Krames from va was playing. They also had Tap 10 and LL Cool Dj on deck. I was excited to see this dude Krames because he's the only dude that I've heard play Intoxicated and if you play Burn It Down you are good with me. Stef's actually the one that put me up on this guy. She found some of his mixes on myspace and shit was banging. I downloaded both his Stunnas and Grills and Ah Smoke Ah Drank and threw them in the work van. Shit was hella dope so when I heard he was coming to sf we decide attendance would be wise. Man the dude killed it last night. In the early part of his set the herd of Samoans weren't feeling it though. Those dude just want bay shit, biggie or tupac and nothing else. But behind the mountain of flesh that are those dudes the crowd was dancing and having fun so fuck it. My favorite part of the set though was when he dropped Intoxicated, that made my motherfucking month right there. I started wildin out when that shit came on. Fucking dude played Wes Fif, I couldn't believe it. I hate on that trance rap shit but I couldn't help but laugh my ass off when that Haters Everywhere chorus came on. The Samoans stopped throwing up timeouts when dude played bone and then they became mobile again.

After milk we hit up some after party joint down on 16th and Mission. It was at some fucking spot that looked like it use to be a school or something. Shit was like a goddamn rave in an office. Some dude got salty with me for kicking the bathroom door but man I was justified, if you're in the dudes bathroom for longer than 4 minutes you deserve it. Keep that shit moving and don't look at me side was for ruining your pissing experience. Whatever though, after the rave became too much we broke the fuck out of there. Oh fucking some dude working the door asked stef and me if we would work the door for him and he would pay us. What kind of dumb shit is that? I don't show up to your party to get a job. I could see if I was your friend but I'm not friends with lames who throw stupid ass raves. fuck that shit.

This post has no pictures because stef dropped my camera in a pint of beer a few weeks back. So no more beautiful photography from my drunk nights until I get a new one.

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