I love going out.  I do it far too often, and the music is always fun, or else I wouldn’t be out.  There’s still something about most of the clubs, maybe it’s how a DJ caters to a crowd, that makes me feel like something is missing in the set.  It’s always dope though when you run across an event where the it’s the DJ that is having fun, playing what they want, experimenting.  Wild & Krazy Kids throw a weekly at 222 that has still failed to disappoint me, and I’m not really that nice.  The 222 is an old bar with a crazy little cellar room in the back.  I think they used to have Jazz shows there back in the day, years ago I remember there were still photo’s of some of the jazz musicians performing there (those pictures aren’t up anymore, which is kind of lame).  Regardless of the crowd size, the music is always good.  Last week Shortkut came through and killed it, it was the best night out for me in a while, so good that I forgot to take pictures.   Last night was Fran’s b-day, and everyone seemed a little more faded than usual.  I don’t know what was in the air, maybe it’s what was in the glasses.  What the hell is a “Martell Sidecar” anyway?

The sign. Ha.

I guess it hurts to get old.  Happy Birthday Fran.

Ant One.

Irene & Shred Uno.  My partners in crime for the summer of ‘07.

We really can’t afford these.