The Swiss Chalet is Burning Down

The Swiss delegation was in town to tear down some major dancefloor bizness yesterday.  It all continues 2 nite @ I Love Neon but that's another story, really.  So at Parking, things were looking good, with Water Lilly & Plastique de Rêve rockin' it up.

I had an ordinary day at school, and then at work; good exam results, reading the Mirror during the teacher's mathematical deliriums, and then calls from idiots who have no life.  By the time I got home, it was already late, and I cooked my supper while listening to Chris Duckenfield's "Bad Acid", dancing alone in my kitchen.

After a quick shower, I was joined by my new GF, Miss Bijoux, and shortly afterwards by Mr. Bérêt & "My Crazy Ex".  We proceeded to drink up some vodka while chatting around.  At 11:30, we left the house.

There were the usual weirdos on the dancefloor, and tons of people I knew, which was pretty strange.  I couldn't talk to somebody for a minute before a tap on my shoulder made me turn around to greet yet another "long time no see" buddy (or chickie).  I ran into a guy from which I stole a girlfriend in '98; I ran into this very ex a few minutes afterwards.  Both I hadn't seen for ages.  Both unaware of the fact that they were sweating on the same dancefloor.

Water Lilly looked anguished, her strange nose & raven gothic black hair in the spotlight; her set was OK, pumping, but not very feminine, as LetNoManJack would say.  The Prof himself wasn't so jocky, wearing no cap !

Plastique de Rêve was an acid lover's dream, with an amazing set of "just hard enough" electro that kept the crowd asking for more.  Knowing I'd hear him extensively tonight at Neon, I left early with Miss Bijoux, but not early enought it would seem, as I was completely unable to get out of my bed this morning.  Sweets.