Decompression Missed Connections
Hello Friendly Person:
I'll forgo this installment of the Space Cowboy's announcement, in order to share with you an important letter from Space Cowboy's Loinquest. Just a quick mention, that in addition to the stuff going on this Friday at Mighty and Levende, Space Cowboy DJs will be playing with Angels of Bass at Shine this Saturday for a special Halloween event, and details for all are below. And now, Loin's letter begins...
"An open letter to the dudes who played tonsil-hockey with me at Decompression:
First, I hope you are well. Both of you. If there were more than two, I hope the rest of you are also well. Also, I apologize for the public, impersonal format of this communication, but I seem to have forgotten your name. Or rather, names. Did we swap names, I mean, I know we swapped spit, but maybe we skipped the whole, names thing. I forget. And to be honest, I also can't remember making out with you. I only know it happened because I have some really good friends who been only too happy to remind me. Yes, lest a moment should pass without me being fully aware of my, or should I say OUR, moment of P.D.A., my friends called the day after Decompression to taunt me about the guy I was making out with by the keg. What great friends! Anyway dudes, I just want to say thanks for an experience that would've been memorable if I hadn't been so drunk. Of course if I'd been sober, it probably wouldn't have happened to begin with because, chances are, you're not my type. Either of you. But let's just keep that mystery. And next time we're standing around the keg together, we can just pretend we don't know each other. You don't even need to give me back my gum.
Sincerely,
Loinquest"
I'll forgo this installment of the Space Cowboy's announcement, in order to share with you an important letter from Space Cowboy's Loinquest. Just a quick mention, that in addition to the stuff going on this Friday at Mighty and Levende, Space Cowboy DJs will be playing with Angels of Bass at Shine this Saturday for a special Halloween event, and details for all are below. And now, Loin's letter begins...
"An open letter to the dudes who played tonsil-hockey with me at Decompression:
First, I hope you are well. Both of you. If there were more than two, I hope the rest of you are also well. Also, I apologize for the public, impersonal format of this communication, but I seem to have forgotten your name. Or rather, names. Did we swap names, I mean, I know we swapped spit, but maybe we skipped the whole, names thing. I forget. And to be honest, I also can't remember making out with you. I only know it happened because I have some really good friends who been only too happy to remind me. Yes, lest a moment should pass without me being fully aware of my, or should I say OUR, moment of P.D.A., my friends called the day after Decompression to taunt me about the guy I was making out with by the keg. What great friends! Anyway dudes, I just want to say thanks for an experience that would've been memorable if I hadn't been so drunk. Of course if I'd been sober, it probably wouldn't have happened to begin with because, chances are, you're not my type. Either of you. But let's just keep that mystery. And next time we're standing around the keg together, we can just pretend we don't know each other. You don't even need to give me back my gum.
Sincerely,
Loinquest"
