The Book of Crispy
The Crispy One.
On Monday, 31, October 2005 Crispy wrote...
jamc 3:27PM
I am wrung out. Not many more drops of life left in me. My skin is pale. I've got cold sweats. I feel weak. I am tired. I haven't slept since friday night. I've eaten very little. I just crossed an international border in an illegal state.
Yes, it was a fkkn brilliant loft party. In an industrial looking area in Brooklyn, only known to the special few, they do a house party each month with excellent dark progressive and trance djs and a most uplifting vibe in the punters.
It's now four weeks of seriously big partying. I need rejuvenation.
Well, I already feel a warm glow returning. Only 4 hours back with Ni-Cha and I can feel my extremeties again. I'm so happy to be back here with her. I'll visit New York again soon enough, but for now, right here in Montreal is where i want to be.