Freeks & Geeks

It was time to pick a winner. Buoyed by the rounds that Bob and Devona had kindly been providing, I careened from judge to judge. The room around me was a bibulous blur, but one thing came through loud and clear: Xan Lucero was the winner.

I told Xan to ready his victory set, to which he replied, "I only got one record left!" But a celebration had to take place, so while he geared up for one last spin, I grabbed the gold record and bling necklace for crowning the Control Freeks KC's ambassadors to Miami. (Atom will have to buy his own ticket, unfortunately.) I called out for a "hot girl" to bestow the honors upon Xan (Lord, I had been looking forward to that moment), and a tall blonde with whom I happen to share an office wall emerged from the crowd. Cheers and music filled the room.

I proceeded to run amok in the city, and the end of the night found me hunkered down alone behind a rock wall in Westport, devouring a polish sausage from a street vendor, most memories of the earlier party at Jilly's smothered under the night's later revelry.

All hail the Ultra Music DJs, and thank God for www.phocas.net. Freeks & Geeks Our little DJ battle incited a dance revolution for the second year in a row.