The Weekend That Was.....

Generally speaking, the less photo's i take, the bigger the weekend has been....... the one just past was no exception (STILL in recovery mode)

Thursday Night Suez and i played Hangtime @ Eurotrash. Without a doubt our favourite club night to play at and pretty much the only night we book on the regular where we can actually play the music we love. Hooked Weezy up with a Hamburger phone, filmed some more wrong way up drunken footage (yes, it will be hitting You Tube later) and i embraced yellow eyeshadow with debatable results.

Friday Night i dropped an RnB set at First Floor before heaving over to The Colonial.....lost track of the amount of times i told people i'm not an RnB Dj

Saturday night headed over to Chasers for more RnB......getting paid is great but i had to spin so much Akon/Usher/Beyonce this weekend i wanted to self harm....

I'm off to belt some Bloody Beetroots out simply to regain my sanity.......

p.s how could i forget!!! Sunday was a chill out day. Headed to Northcote with a mate only to discover these pimping grandpa slippers at the $2 shop.........yes Suez, these are your present, got myself a matching pair! haha

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Title: Weekend Montage 2

Footage from this MLK weekend, that I hope you enjoyed! Some Wakefield, street, and box footage mixed together. Music by PK: http://www.myspace.com/PK To see exclusive footage of Pros: http://www.youtube.com/nkalexander7

Title: Diplomats Son - Vampire Weekend (Album Version)

LYRICS: It's not right but it's now or never And if I wait could I ever forgive myself? On a night when the moon glows yellow in the riptide With the light from the TV's buzzing in the house Cuz I'm gonna cut it where I can And then I'm gonna duck out behind them If I ever had a chance it's now then But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you To offer it to you would be cruel When all I want to do is use, use you He was a diplomat's son It was 81 Dressed in white with my car keys hidden in the kitchen I could sleep wherever I lay my head And the sight of your two shoes sitting in the bathtub Let me know that I shouldn't give up just yet Cuz I'm gonna take it from Simon And then I'm gonna duck out behind them If I ever had a chance it's now then But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you To offer it to you would be cruel When all I want to do is use, use you He was a diplomat's son It was 81 I know, you'll say I'm not doing it right But this is how I want it I can't go back To how I felt before That night I smoked a joint With my best friend We found ourselves in bed When I woke up he was gone He was the diplomat's son It was 81 Looking out at the ice-cold water all around me I can't feel any traces of that other place In the dark when the wind comes racing off the river There's a car all black with diplomatic plates