June 13, 2008

Friday night after hanging out at a friend's house, a drink that we thought was just a drink left us up, hallucinating and dealing with extreme body temperature changes. I was livid. Who would do such a thing? So I started to get cranky ("I'm Hot! Cold! Hot! Cold! GET OFF OF ME!!!), while poor Rees proceeded to call his boys, stare out my 30th story window and look at the pretty cars. My carpet distracted me. My muscles were tense and no matter how much I prayed... I couldn't go to sleep. Crap. Needless to say, Saturday was a nightmare waiting for whatever evil chemical there was in our bodies to flush out.

Saturday night we had to go to Smart Bar for Mark Farina, as he was interviewed in this month's issue. Mark is awesome, so intense and into his sets... his crowd, I'm not such a big fan of. Given my current physical and psychological state, large masses of people that are jumping and sweaty, bumping into you and spilling their drinks, doing their e-dance... not fun for unhappy Czarina.

Then Sunday night after having 3 friends over, My iPhone is stolen along with my gold credit cards. Wonderful. Everyone is searched, interrogated but to no avail. As of 2 years ago I've stopped having big crowds at my house, I am careful now. Only 3 people at my house. And someone went into my purse and took my shit.

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