Party Like a Rockstar

[alipali]

Last night, 1:45 am. Wild knocks on the front door as Mike and I are about to go to sleep. Mike: Up. Opens the door. Who is it? Blunt Matt from downstairs, alerting us in his drunken, excited state that MOBY
is upstairs, on the roof balcony. No explanation; runs off. ?? We wake up Aaron (who is alert and dressed in a surprising hurry). And up we go

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[detaer]

Envy... welling... up... from... within....

[alipali]

Yeah, it was pretty sweet. Esp. today, when we saw him again, but this time along with a crowd of perhaps even a million people at the Choice march on the Mall, when he was onstage singing, and we felt all cool like "Yeah, Moby's my man, we partied with him last night!" I'm feeling like a slight dumbass for not actually talking to him....but, eh, who cares? He just seemed so small at the time, like a mouse! It's only when I think about it, like "but it's MOBY, the larger-than--life musical mastermind!" that I start to kick myself just a wee bit...:)

I'm right

[effetebiker]

Seriously, Ask anybody else there. Moby had no game.