The past week most of the activities around RAID were concentrated on the wedding of Max Presneill and Lalena (I'm not sure if her name is written correctly). There was his bachelor party and the arrival of his brother (simply named 'D') from England. All of these actions resulted in somewhat noisy nights in the building, but och, one doesn't get married every day. Above there's 'D' and Max Moore moving all the drinks and the piles of brie, camembert and tapenade into the partyplace. There's still enough brie, camembert and tapenade left to keep us eating that stuff for a month.
J.J., who has his atelier in the RAID building and whose audio equipment was displayed proudly in the main entry space, was going to be the DJ of the wedding party and I suggested I could join him. So we teamed up for this. I brought my laptop - which I never use for DJ'ing - I think it's very lazy to DJ from a laptop and it kind of takes away the magic of searching for the records of cd's and handling the music phycially.
It was good I had some Northern Soul, because both Max and his brother are great soulfans. They dance with complicated steps, it's very impressive to watch them dance.
It took a while before there was any dancing anyway. The party took place in a space in the Brewery complex; a very very large space, with smaller spaces built against the ceiling almost. It was also very very hot in there, even though there were gigantic ventilators trying to blow the eveningair into the dancefloor. Within an hour everybody was soakingly sweaty.
I made an attempt, a fairly succesful one, to introduce some Belgian dancemusic and to emphasize the quality of this music I started dancing with Brian Getnick, who from now on is my favourite dancepartner. The black and white photos are a bit modified pictures Jason took that night.
Because of the out of control proportions of the wodka/juices (2/3 wodka, 1/3 ice and juice) in giant cups and a bit of a lack of sleep the building of RAID was really quiet the next day. Everyone was sleeping off their hangovers. Nakhee and I went for a trip to the supermarket anyway. It's called 'Trader Joe's' and they don't sell any regular beverages like Coke, but they've got some pretty good salades and even some (not plain) fresh pastas. They also sell this, which doesn't seem to make any sense to me:
When I got back I watched a show on tv which was called: '1000 ways to die'. It involved amongst many other ways to die the misfortunate adventure of two Ozzy Osbourne fans who snorted fire-ants before going to the Ozzfest. They were under the impression Ozzy himself had once snorted fire-ants. They died a horrible, horrible death.
The next day, this monday actually, I've been drawing most of the day because I had a lot of catching up to do. My Spielberg adventure is practically finished now in drawings except for the fact that part 2 - the actual deliverance of the drawing - still needs to take place. I'm going to continue on my carproblem adventure next, probably. Also I had a nice skypechat with Lisa over in Sweden, sometimes this technologything is really fantastic.
