Alright all,
just thought i’d share a wee party experience with you all…
I was in Mexico city, having been travelling in Mexico for a month, when i started talking to a dutch guy in my hostel who’d been out for a year or so, an he invites me to a wee “house party”, saying he knew a few djs an they’d be doin a few tunes. So, we set off, into the centre of the city about midnight, there’s a baseline coming from somewhere but no sign of it. We walk through a fucking huge set of doors with some mexican grippers on it, an we walk into this collonial mansion overlooking the cathedral in the centre of town. As soon as i walked through the doors there was a pounding baseline and a whole lot of fucked people. We walk over to the lift, up six floors, an there must’ve been a thousand people on the roof of this fucking palace with some fucking storming psy-trance, Stefan (Dutch dude) pulls out a fucking 10g bag of charlie an racks up on the roof bar, where they were giving out free booze, i got completely fucked an had a quality time, themusic an the atmosphere were quality. I ended up chatting to one of the dj’s who was one of the few English speakers (my spanish is a fucking embarrasment when i’m not battered!) an got driven back to my hostel on the back of a ’60’s american pick up at lunchtime with a load of fucked mexicans.
Moral of the story: Go to Mexico, talk to Dutch people
peace
