I never posted about Luna on Wednesday, did I? joined me, armed with free passes, for Wednesday night at Luna. It was kind of laid back for me, and I hope I didn’t keep him off the dance floor by people-watching like I did. I came up with the first scene for Chapter Six, I just need to flesh it out. Wednesday was just a wierd day. Oh, well. Looks like there might be a Jakubowski and a coming out this week. *rubs hands together evilly* Excellent.

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I love the new car. Malibu. Left the lot with six miles on it. Air conditioning. Extremely low outside-the-car noise making it to my ears. Sound system, though stock, is very nice. Suspension is beautiful. I’m going to become very spoiled very quickly, especially after I drive it to Lansing and back a few times. Not to mention work in Ann Arbor. :)

Then there was IPM last night. The night started out with me being hyper, as per usual. I was once again the second DJ up. This time, I totally borked things up near the beginning of the set. If it really is a set. I see the balue of ‘s point of view. It’s a radio show, and there’s new stuff that needs to be played. Everybody likes a little something different, so playing a random variety isn’t bad at all. The other side of this argument is exemplified by the set that played after I finished. Holy crap, that was a nice set. It was something that would have worked at the club. I guess it comes down to weather or not I want to be a radio-type DJ, sprinkling the random CD’s with tracks that I know and dig, or try to actually design sets that will work well together.

Oh, and I spilled beer on my shirt. And my contacts were all like, “I’m going to suck all of the moisture out of your eyes!” So I left right after was the Reverend Baldknobber. He’s a genius from the waist down.