This past weekend I was absolutely dead set on attending two parties thrown by a well known Brooklyn-based DJ. One on Friday, one on Saturday. Per usual, I talked a big game, predicting that both nights would end only after 5 hours of dancing to bass thumping hip hop. I challenged my friends to drop whatever plans they may have had and join me on this sweaty escapade.
Sadly, as is often the case, my weekend did not go as I expected. See chart for details.