Ok it looks like my chin is about to fold up into my nose for some reason. I find it very difficult to take a normal picture when djing. Either I'm in the middle of mixing so one shoulder is up by my ear (Quasimodo style) and my headphones are pressing all the skin on my face forward so I look like a sharpie, OR, I'm drenched in sweat but don't realize it so the pic is just one big shiny reflection off my face. That photo I guess is a bit of a combo of the 2.
So at 6am we're back in the dressing room. Keyan has fallen asleep in Mykle's lap, Julie and Reuben are starving, and I am desperate to get home because I have to get on a flight to Kiev at 10am. CORRECTION: I have to sober up and get on a flight to Kiev at 10am. CORRECTION: I have to sober up and get on 3 flights that will eventually land me in Dnepropetrovsk in the Ukraine. No joke that's how you spell it. This is a last minute bookng that I'm sort of dreading not only because of the 10 hour travel time but also because I just get the sense that there's been no promotion, it's a new club, and it's just south of bumblefuckshire. However, this is strictly one of those hooker gigs where I'm just a girl who can't say Nyet to that amount of rubles. It's an adventure I guess.