The Morning After

Its Sunday night… or I guess Monday morning.  I don’t sleep so well some days.  I fired up the most hipster of playlists that lead off with Empire of the Sun’s “Walking on a Dream.”  What a magical song.  It inspires me to hurry up and get off my ass and invest in Serato.

Its a funny thing, the more I DJ the more I hate/love it.  Some Fridays I DJ out at a pub in Langford.  Its never terribly busy, but the people that do make the trip are generally passionate about music and turn me onto something groovy.  I wish there were more of them to fill the pub!  Last Friday, a few hipsters were out crushing pints and shooting pool and one of the guys had me check out this Aussie group Empire of the Sun.  Very smooth electro-rock music.  Fits well with a lot of stuff I have but can never play at the bar.

When I arrived last week, there was a UVic pub crawl of dressed up revelers.  The place was packed, but I forgot how much college kids are generally agro assholes that can’t hold their liquor.  Rude would put their behavior mildly.  I spent more time fetching water for girls on the verge of victiming out than I did selecting songs.  I even diffused a fight!

I kept meaning this weekend to sit down and write about the wedding.  To be honest I don’t have a lot to say.  It was fun… and if you weren’t there, I’m sorry you missed and thankful to those that took the time and expense to join us in sunny Las Vegas.

There were so many highlights that it would be hard to pick one.  I did enjoy buck beers at the Orleans casino with Jamie and my brother Matt while we watched some ECHL hockey.  Shooting machine guns was pretty rad.  Our wedding reception was unreal.  I loved spending time at the pool with Mads.  She really enjoyed running around the gardens and chasing birds and looking at the fish and turtles.

Coral and I saw a couple shows.  Of all the times I’ve been to Vegas, I had never been to a show, but her old man bought us tickets to see the Lion King and the next night we all hit the X Burlesque at the Flamingo.

After our wedding reception, as we were bee-lining for cabs or a limo to take us to Fremont Avenue, Coral stopped by a roulette table and put $5 down on our wedding day.  eleven.  The lady spins the wheel, the ball bounces around and eleven hits!  That was pretty magical.

Now we’re back and its time to dream up the next holiday.  Coral and I have talked about camping this summer.  Driving to Utah and exploring the canyons.  Since we’d be so close to Vegas, well we might have to have a good shower there after all the camping.

Go with yourself.