it was eleven o clock friday night. the termometer in the car registered a very cold four degrees. we got in the peugot on our way to what should be the best night of the year. we where on our way to go and see gui boratto play. he is the best brazilian producer of electronic music. and thats not all. he was playing in studio eighty eight. the best club in france. voted so by all the top producers and djs in france. but there was a two hours journey that awaited us. the set was to start somewhere between two and three saturday morning. so we set down the motor way music pumping and the excitement electric. seeing that the club is located between somewhere and nowhere we had a fair bit of traveling to do. found it eventually and was greated with a welcoming glass of bubbly on arrival. a very good start to what would be an unforgettable experience. or i should say. what should have been an experience of a lifetime. but soon shock and horror set in. gui missed his plane. he was not coming anymore. he was not playning anymore. no more unforgettable experience. instead some junkie played a very messy set. we were lost for words. we tried to enjoy it. but the disappointment was just too much. we had another two hours of road between us and home. it was a very quite journey back home. needless to say. nobody spoke a word. the bed was cold when i eventually got back home at six o clock this morning.
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