24 hours ’til party, people
Posted by Burgess
Sell the car. Sell the house. Sell the kids. DCPunk’s Club Cartagena (SLURL) opens tomorrow, Friday April 6, 2007, sometime in the afternoon and the party will continue forever. There I am above, checkin’ out the decks and helping to make some last minute tweaks to the soundsystem–128kbps stereo, so you can crank it way the fuck up with no distortion and make Cartagena the club heard ’round the world. (What is that texture behind me? AzTech? Can I get that for my ziggurat? I love it.) Cartagena will no doubt be a prime base for DJ Margrethe Zenovka and set will be the highlight of the evening (don’t ask me what time, just be there). Rumors abound about who else may show up to spin a few good luck tracks, but this crew runs with the very excellent DJ Punkkitty who spins regularly at Club Industry, so you know no matter who shows up there’ll be an aural feast to take in. The dancefloor is a nice mid-sized industrial wavefloor set down into the bedrock with stone walls rising around it to a balcony that provides a perfect perch for av-watching.
Cartagena is already a great hang for DCPunk and Co., and now he and his friends are going to share the love and give us all a chance to bask in the tropical sun poolside.
Or nurse a hangover in the cafe.
Here’s an aerial view of the compound. Cartagena is just down the sim from Club Industry, and should provide hours of day and night relaxation for avs wanting to get away in a more intimate and friendlier atmosphere than the big clubs and resorts. And speaking of Club Industry again, Punkkitty kept me up four songs later than I wanted to be last night with her ecstatic blend of styles and eras. I kept telling her to play something mediocre so I could go sleep, but she’s a cruel one. The ends of her sets leave me just as ready to party as the beginnings.
See you there.
FINALLY – some gainful employment! Now I can stop nagging your ass to get out there and drop off applications at the Wawa and the Quickstop. I expect to be spoiled rotten, Burgess. I’m talking high-prim hats and shoes and a loft in every ghetto. *holds out hand, taps foot impatiently*
Where does it say I got a job? Huh? This is a free gig, man. You can’t put a value on ART. My price is too high, so I gotta give it away to get heard. Oh, the humanity.
That’s it. You’re sleeping on the damned couch!
*laughs out loud* Couch? I’m already crashing in a sleeping bag in my own damn loft. *You* sleep on your sprung sofa, woman.
Doh! “sleeping on the couch” is a metaphor for “sleeping with one of your other girlfriends” since the MYG hot love motel is closed until there’s some fine jewelry, fine dining and exotic vacations come my way from the fruits of your labor, man.
Don’t shoot the messenger, baby!
hahahaha ya dorksss
i should show up and make everyone really uncomfortable. outright griefing is getting boring, i like to just creep everyone out now.
also, nice orbiter, alex. too bad orbiters are still weak, though.
is that progress people? you tell me, is it?