Fridays can be funny days, right? It's like, sometimes, I get there and I'm so jazzed and pumped that my work is done and that free time is here, that my energy tanks and I hit the wall at 7 PM. I'll admit it, it's become the night where I tend to catch up on zz's, eat an early meal at home and, occassionally, do leftover laundry. I call it my fried day. I'll allow it-attach the giant L above my head. I know, I know. Stay with me, though. This is all about to change. I'm crafting myself a sort of ramp-up weekend performance plan. As of right now, step one looks like this:
Every Friday night, DJ Jeyone, a stupendously brilliant DJ, rocks our turntables with styly-style and genius mixes. This guy is seriously a genie. No, really. He's skilled with records the way lion tamers and bee charmers are-he's got a natural inclination toward wrangling something big, loud, raucous and wild and making it look easy, making it fun, fresh, compelling. He literally is the re:mix on Friday nights. And he's worth every step taken to get here and check him out. He is. He's worth the rally I have to do to get myself back up and out, after a long week. He's worth every second of my disco nap, worth every missed errand run on the Saturday morning I'll sleep through, on the flip side of the night. Because he's inspiring, he's smart and he re:charges my vibe with his creative musical stylings. I can dance it out, I can chill and ride it out. Doesn't matter, it all applies. The kid is a killer. And I'm giving up the lazy, nerdy week-end side of myself for him.
Fridays at 9 PM at aloft. Yes. He'll put your game down, flip it and reverse it.
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