You had a what?

We had the one-year anniversary party for the Velvet's new location. For this event, there was a very Liberace-style (I thought) pool built. Well, I had to run with that.

A decision is arrived at by eight.

I debated both sides for most of the day:
Should tonight's set be stuff, such as,
The un-danceable stuff I've been longing to play
Or should I just fall back on jazz?
I don't know why I make a fuss.
The choice is rather obvious.

Bellies turn at nine

Two revolutions in two years!
(Once again, Tahrir Square starred).
But really, let's be honest here.
True democracy is HARD!

We heat it up an hour early, at eight

The end of June is here at last
And now, with warmer weather
We wave good-bye to comforts past
And know it won't get better.
Or, to be more clear on just what I meant,
Come down, tip the club, and help pay the rent.

The obvious enshrouds us at eight.

'Tis midsummer, the shortest night,
But first day of summer, so say we!
To celebrate this longest light
(And lack of creativity)
To Velvet's floor, you, I invite,
To mock my rather blatant theme.

The weekend starts at 9.

Hey, I got a thing tonight
That I would like to try
Because...yeah. That's basically it.
Care to stop by?

A weird pickup

Gypsy played early on Saturday night and asked if I'd take over from there. I said sure. I don't have time markers on this, but it was from 9:30 PM to about 4:00 AM.