Ok so about 1am I go on and with me come a troupe of gogo girls in top hats. This is great because I love when I'm not just standing alone in a dj booth on a stage. It helps to have things moving to distract attention from the fact that I don't move much. Ok that's not true, I dance and sing along to the records much to the chagrin of my dj father. BAH! Once a JC always a JC. The club is clearly for the owner to show off and buy pretty girls drinks. People stay and dance till about 2:30 and then boom someone lets the air out of the party and it's just me Emma and Bart dancing onstage in front of 5 people standing at the bar watching. While the night was a bit of a bust it's been good PR with Bart cause he apparently does lots of cool stuff around Kiev (according to Emma who knows him well). But wait the night isn't over...
Back in the dressing room Bart grabs the bottle of Jack Daniels and the 3 of us head to my hotel room via McDonald's (always a good idea at 3am in the Ukraine) for a late night booze cruise. We carry on till about 6 and then say goodnight. At 1:30pm we're all back together in the lobby. Fortunately Emma and I are taking the same flight to Vienna (she transfers to Hanover, I to Bacelona). We decide the best way to avoid what seems like an imminent hangover is to have a beer in the airport pub. BTW the airpot in Dprovovkskoveslasdk is exactly as you'd imagine. 2 gates, 1 pub, and a duty free shop selling vodka and Davidoff cologne. But the genius thing is that they don't have those row of uncomfortable seats that look like they were made so homeless people can't stretch out on them. No. They have huge pleather sofas arranged like it's a living room. WITH tall fake plants. We board our flight and get to spend the next 2.5 hours just laughing and scratching like us girls do. OMG I forgot to tell you that during my set at Opera, at one point they send out the second round of dancers and this time they all have fake afros on. I am speechless. Like, are they doing it cause Emma is here or is it just "Hey, it's a prty put on an afro!" Either way it seems a tad racially insensitive.
Arriving in Vienna we bid a hasty adieu because she has to run run run to catch her connecting flight while I have 3 hours to waste. It's so rare that I get to have a buddy along for these journeys, especially the airplane portion so it was really fierce to meet Emma and I hope we cross paths again soon. And if anyone out ther ever needs a voice to a song look her up on myspace cause she has major pipes!