i jacked this from em's site cuz she did a much better job of describing the fantastic experiences we had this past weekend...

i LOVE Paul Van Dyk. no no, i SMOOCH him. show me a socially consious, fantastically intriguing, world-reknown DJ who signs autographs until everyone's euphoric and ill show you PVD. his website opens with "STOP THE WAR," his CD, titled The Politics of Dancing highlights the movement of youth culture, his karma is delicious. connie and i just came back from our trip down to twilight zone San Diego for PVD. a 2-hour trips tranlates into 7-hours of swinging through the oil refiniers and back-to-back Costco/Sams Club of surburban-topia Torrance, fiasco of bird-saving in Solana Beach, and orange grove/cow dung adventures en route to the whinedy boonies of Ramona. we arrived at scot's 8-acre house complete with vineyard and fruit orchard overlooking the inland vallies of San Diego. when we first entered the house i saw this room stacked with these black chairs. hmmm, is he selling furniture these days? when i turned to see what the chairs were facing, lo and behold the entertainment center emerged. no, not Sargent Furnitures but Sargent Theatres. i had entered one of those model homes. you know the ones from Home & Garden magazine that have an African decorating theme and magazine racks with sunflowers and a wine refrigerator and speakers in every room. yea, well welcome to Scot's humble abode. our sleeping bags were no longer needed as there were guest beds waiting for us. back to PVD. i think we seriously blew out some of our ear hairs. we were standing so close to the stage that my skin was vibrating. then we moved to the seating area where we kicked off our shoes and DANCED like only electronic music can ellicit. so why twilight zone? cause connie and i literally LEFT the real world and drove alongside the Pacific Ocean indulging in chocolate covered raisins spiced with story-telling. and that was in between the resort and my man PVD.

and there you have it...too long to fit on my real page so it's here on my xanga that everybody keeps making fun of. yea yea, you're still reading this sh*t, aren't you? so be quiet!  btw, there's really nothing sexier than a man on a turntable.  'cept maybe a RICH man on a turntable.  =D  jk.

http://www.bol.ucla.edu/~connie82

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