Valigrad put on a party last Saturday that took on Stonyridge’s best. It was weird not knowing anyone, but kinda cool as I was either found wandering about the vines, or up the front applauding the artists on stage with hands fully aloft. Aside from that, I’m going to Wellington for the rugby 7’s and I intend to let my hair all the way down. If you’re going, drop me a line, or search my FB party called 123456 7’s.

I began the hedonism normally, like many with a few after work drinks in The Viaduct on Friday. I was celebrating the launch of The Louis Vuitton Pacific Series and felt pumped, as I was in my new white Harry Exclusive Italian swish shirt and Workshop green wool-blend plaid pants. No sooner had I taken ownership of my initial vino, than it was upturned down the length of my outfit by an intoxicated ogre.

I got a double shock instantly after when I encountered some of the best service ever. I was taken aside, given a brand new top (still with the creases down the front), and my ruined one given a jolly good seeing to, before being sent away for dry-cleaning.

Spirits raised, I set about schmoozing, and met the perfect people. I now have someone taking care of my banners, lighting, sound and props for my leaving do. Others looking after my next legal dispute, car prang and airline booking. Things ran dry about 9pm and we were ushered to the top floor with 30 other revelers. I scrounged around some offices and found a transistor and scrambled to tune in George FM, the pilfered catering arrived and the show was on.

The pin got pulled before it got too leery and my group moved over the water to the Heaven Scent soiree at Degree. Greeted by angels pouring compulsory lethal shots of vodka & apple sours at the door, it was game on. The gifted, and gorgeous, Tania M played first, and her equal Disko Diva brought up the rear, with great uplifting dance beats at the funky venue. A one stage I was recruited by the manager to bring in extra ladies, lured by the deal of one free drink of my choice for every 5 girls I enticed in, I got 3 down me before it was time to hit A’isha.

It’s not a place I go often, however they’d brought D.I.M over from Germany to spin. I did some research on the gent, and deduced that it was the place to be. Arriving at the start of his set I was dripping in sweat beaming by the end, his un-polluted charging electro tunes finding their mark.

As night began to turn to day I found my way home, as I was looking forward to Valigrad later on.

If I hadn’t made firm friend plans I would have thrown in the towel for the evening, nevertheless I put on a brave face when the posse arrived at my door at 3pm, in mere minutes we were off on the 304km round trip adventure south.

Having never been there before I was stressed we were on the wrong track as we drove through the rolling terrain. The inevitable happened… we found it, did a recky then nestled near the vines with a luscious recommended Chardonnay Gewurtztrameiner blend. The Knights Of The Dub Table were the first to get us off our asses. Their wicked novel dub remixes got the punters attention, and ours, as we flipped petanque balls about.

Another 2 bottles down and we were with the majority, grooving on the main floor in the sunlight. The set up was sensational. Like a true dance party, colossal speaker stacks, nipping lasers and animated somewhat on-to-it party people, who chose to buy a bottle of wine each and sip from it, rather than risk certain spillage on the dancefloor.

What made it all the more mesmerising as I held court in the front row were the added extras. Playing hell for leather in tune, was Adam on the electric guitar, his bro Jacob on the sax, MC Rolex rocking the mic and Tua on percussion duties. It all worked in perfectly, inparticular when Cuffy took the DJ helm, even the whistle-blowers in the crowd knew how to rock a beat.

Not wanting to tarnish a dreamlike party excursion, when it ended we tripped home chippering to each other about our favourite bits.

I’ve no idea why I chose to wear yellow trousers, with yellow jandals and matching sunglasses, to the Louis Vuitton Sunday Sessions, that Lisa and I had prearranged for a couple of hundred Facebook friends. Maybe it was sleep deprivation, maybe I was still under the influence, I don’t know but I was on fire. Hurdling seats and breaking out the ‘raindrop’ dance move, that I though I’d never be able to break out again after my Boxing Day balls up.

DJ General Lee rocked the CDJ’s for 5 hours straight and I think I was in front, giving him ideas, for most of it. The turn out was perfect, great old friends, new ones, even former ones that I though had turned to the dark side, all interacting like kittens.

All and sundry in fine form, those critical words surfaced, ‘after party’. Javana held up her hand, perchance in practise for her birthday party next Wednesday at Sale St. I made it there in the boot of my own car, with a road cone and Sammy ‘The Salmon’. In a bit of a state I was put to bed twenty minutes after in the spare room. Things got fairly fun while I napped, but a reality check erupted when my lady twisted her foot on the trampoline and was taken to hospital for xrays.

She’s OK, no break, just an elephantitis kankle and I’m on nurse duty for the next week or so.