9PM DRUNKEE

pic: mélanie big boobs

Le concept des "Alors les filles" c'est le name dropping, les potins, et les petites claques sur les petits nerds. Parler de la musique? Bon ok un tout petit peu alors. Les morceaux étaient bien, la musique n'etait pas assez forte, les kicks de Thomas Bangalter étaient bien, mais ça aurait été encore mieux si on avait entendu les médiums. Edbanger et Institubes sont des artistes de la fête, artistes pour les clubbers, de la fête pour les cadeaux digne du meilleur comité d'entreprise.

A list : trying to avoid getting yr friends dead cause of misuse of metro furniture ie. sliding ramps to get faster to the party. Making friends with random girls along the way. Bug the shit out of the rather nice organizers and be a complete presomptuous ass (so sorry). Paying 8 euros of cloakroom. Taking care of your friends’ thirst at the open bar. Stealing big ways the goodies counter to give pressies to the newly acquainted girls. Getting into a fight with the bouncers and getting thrown out at eleven at night. Being saved by thoughtful persons when you can’t think for yrself anymore. Writing SMS to people who are 2 meters away from you because you feel the urge to write down the magick of the moment. Pumping fists all night long, breast popping out from times to times. Thinking that RATM does have sort of a place at such a party, kind of, it's ok, after all. Repeating the same BS over and over again to people who act as if they don’t mind (so sorry). Giving kisses all over because life is love. Losing cloakroom tickets, finding them miraculously on the dancefloor 3 hrs later. Wanting people to play Cascada so bad, that suddenly nothing else matters, even dignity. Being amazed at neon sweaters and wanting one now at this specific minute you hear me dude. Thinking you lost yr credit card, but it’s only down the bra. Taking an illegal cab with connected british peeps. Talking so loud you wake up the whole building (so sorry). Stinking up the train with the mixture of cigarette smoke and heavy alcohol that impregnates every inch of yr clothes while listenning to the complete collection of klaxons remixes and thinking forever : « man, genius ».

before we get the okay to post the amazing remixes of Erol and SebastiAn of Golden Skans (which are painfully burning the iTunes), here is a treat Para One and Surkin (who also have remixed the same track, can't wait to hear those) have prepared just for us, lucky party people, but that we wanna share. it is an extract from Orgasmic's Alors Les Filles On Fête Noël mixtape (so not the full mp3, sorry, patience) and it's a K.I.L.L.E.R. I swear you cannot not love Surkin, everything he touches lately seems to become more golden than gold.

Para One - Midnight Swim (Surkin Remix)

DUDE DO I LOVE VODKA BIG PUMP AND COUGH SYRUP (SO SORRY BUT BEING A FOOL IS JUST SO MUCH FUN THANKS A BUNCH FOR THE OPPORTUNITY, AND THE PARTY XOXO).