New life plan: Move to London, get an MBA, then become a DJ.
Friday night was the long anticipated DJ night, with DJ Logo himself, teaching us some tricks. Blazing Gunman and I drove out towards Nap-town for some lessons from the master. Complete tutorial on techo music: house, breaks, drum and bass, any sub-genre you can think of. Dre and I tried our hand at the turntables - needless to say, I'm horrific! We let Logo take over as we chilled out to some tunes. Ah, the good iio stuff - Rapture, At the End that I haven't heard in awhile; deep soulful house stuff that's just so gorgeous it makes your heart burn (in a good way). I could do that for hours. Until I get sleepy, of course. Trying to cram 5 days into 4 was tough on me last week. That's the only excuse I can come up with as to why I was yawning all night.
Logo's little home zoo of two dogs and a cat was quite entertaining. I made friends with his sweet, sweet dogs. Makes me miss Honey a little bit.....
We played around til about 2am, when I realized I needed to get back into the city and hop the last train to get home. I made it by just 2 minutes! By the time I got to my metro station, it was 3:30. If you'll recall, my hood is bit sketch, so I was prepared to sprint down my street. As I got off the train, the station manager told me the escalators were closed, so I'd have to take the elevator. A guy was already headed into it, so I ran to catch up. He looked normal. My age, could be an alright guy, so I asked him which direction he was headed. I think I let out a sigh of relief when he said he was walking down my street. Turns out he lives just a few houses down from me, and walked me to my door. Thank you, thank you.