I'm always so tired at the end of the day I don't even want to write down my stories.
Spent a night at Barcelona again, left only to be called back because the credit card we had on the table bounced on a $1,000 tab. The club threatened to hold these Jewish cats (yamakas and all) we had just met who were at our table until they got their money, and we walked back in to a variety of people losing it in the VIP room about the situation. Things got worse when we gave them the thousand in small bills that the staff were too nervous or cracked out to count correctly...
I was the designated driver as usual, and so drained by having to handle that situation that I don't want to go to another club again EVER. Except to dj. And maybe in New York. Whatever, it was bad at the time, now its a memory.
I head to Vegas tomorrow.
Video equipment comes thursday.
We recorded our first hit song two nights back. Once we clear the sample it will be EVERYWHERE, but who know how long that will take.
I'm a tired, tired man.
