Nobody else in Miami is awake and I'm out here watching the sky turn pink over the bay, still running on last night's adrenaline — Dixon goes back to back with Jimi Jules and WhoMadeWho at Space tonight, so this nap schedule is non-negotiable. Tell me you'd stay up with me anyway.
Space has Camelphat and Volkoder tonight, then Seth Troxler goes back to back with Victor Calderone straight through tomorrow — so I'm pacing myself the only way I know how, starting from zero. Which night do I save for you?
Hocus Pocus at Factory Town tonight — Eric Prydz, Nora En Pure, Joseph Capriati — and I haven't even found the floor yet. Come wake me up before I talk myself out of going.
Damaged Goods closed out Halloweek at E11even and the cat suit didn't survive the night — it's on the bathroom floor and I'm still too wired to sleep. Come keep me up?
Halloweek kicks off at E11even tonight and the cat came out early — this suit was clearly not built for a lazy morning. Come help me with the rest before doors?
Just saw who's playing Halloween night at E11even and my carefully planned five-night Halloweek schedule is officially in shambles. Coffee first, logistics after. Somebody tell me which night I'm allowed to skip, because I can't.
Halloweek at Space kicks off Friday and I've got five nights to dress for, so the costume try-ons have officially started early. Which one earns night one?
Nicole Moudaber takes the Space terrace tonight and sleep clearly got the memo before I did — so it's just me, cereal at 3am, and a kitchen light that tells on me. Come keep me company till doors?
DJ EU's set is hours away and I've already tried on everything I own twice — the floor is winning. Come over and break the tie?
Three days of wristbands and my body is finally cashing the check — I promised myself a full day of doing absolutely nothing. But Emkay is at E11even tonight and I'm already wavering. Couch or cab, pick for me.