For tonight, we venture past the plains of bumfuck idaho, deep into the playground of the coast. By Monday we’ll hit Mexico, and only then will we be truely free.

two cowboys of the disco rodeo. wait, that has gay connotations. scrap that. so yeah, we went to sydney last weekend. i was still reeling from the impromptu friday night blast, but a little kip on the flight down and in the hotel room when we arrived, both well received.

there were others like us on the flight down, hiding behind the lenses so that none could see the tide mark the party wave had left the night before. i felt pretty battered, but the good meal with some of the Gong Girls (lucky for us, chance had sent out the 2 better looking options) and subsequent chill session recharged me for another night of silliness.

my fellow party goer had the foresight to contact an old squeeze and her enthusiasm to catch up energising. “Oh, you have a friend with you” he said. I think we know where that little scenario goes.

the trance event we mished our way down to sydney for wasn’t too bad, but as my palate for music is currently better stimulated by the more soulful genres such as house, breaks and electro, i found it hard to get into the mood. we spiraled deep into the night with good drink in hand and delicious company by our side. hands in the air, enjoying the night and talkin shit till dawn and well into the day.

we boarded out return flight and i swear i closed my eyes for a brief moment and then we had pulled up at the arrival gate already. ill take a rain check on that 1.5 hours.

the memory transmission deteriorates as sunday drew itself into it’s post midday, but i know we still tried to discover something new. if anyone were to ask me on the friday before this little side trip began, what did i hope to gain from such a journey, everything that eventuated would have been satisfied from the hypothetical.

the fucked up part is, you still come back wanting more. how can this be, you push the envelope so far. off the table and onto the floor, dance upon it and forget thats its there, twisting and mashing it under your shoe. and still this isn’t enough. i guess the plausible infinity of such a lifestyle is really what makes it so intoxicating, its a dangerous combination of brilliant times, good people and the music.