Friday wow. Abena and the Wright brothers were a bunch of wows. They just were. The guitarist, Mr. Washington on vocals, and Ms. Koomson on Vocals, Tambourine, Trombone, Beauty and sheer style. If you missed it, it was like getting all the right numbers for the lotto, filling out the ticket, and forgetting to buy it. Something like that. Afterwards Mr. Bonair-Agard, Mr. OB, Mr. Medina, his Ausi friends, and the fabulous, talented Abena (the person we all aspire to be when we grow up) Koomson, went to an empty lounge with awesome music (;jukebox) a lot of humor, and nice decor. I wanted to dance go-go in the cage but Oscar didn't let me. Okay think that it couldn't get any better, well you're wrong, it could and it did. Mr. Daniel-Medina took me and the cool Ausies to a hunt for the perfect tech club. The Sullivan room was hot. The music lacked hardness and fastness at first but after a change in DJ's it was infused with awesomeness. Dude it was to die for. I didn't have glow sticks and it has been over a year I didn't go to that type of energy driven club and I missed it. I also discovered that my body (lungs, feet, ankle, arms) weren't used to that jump around all the time high energy non-stop heaven of dancing club. I took a few breaks in between awesome beats and hurt my ankle before the end of the night was over. Two guys leant me laser lights to behold the magic light show that I create. Dude the entire night was totally incredible and it was totally completely worth every second and scent. The ankle is almost 100 percent and I am not too worried about it anyway, so you shouldn't worry either. Red bulls don't really give energy they just make sure that I don't crash before I am supposed to. It's cool though. I do miss ephedrine though.