the world has turned and left me here

the disco ball deathstar

...is fully operational. Or, at least it was fully operational, until I knocked it down in my attempts to manually spin it. For this I was chewed out by a local hipster who we will refer to here as "Darth." I thought he was going to choke me from across the room.

Note the large hole in one side, which, I would like to point out, I was not responsible for. That apparently happened the first time it was knocked down. But like any well-behaved deathstar it rose from its ashes for a sequel. And was eventually defeated by the good guys: namely, me and several plastic cups of Glenlivet.

This man is obviously quite amused.

(FYI this was Saturday night at Sub-Tonic in the East Village. It was an afterhours scene similar to the Eggroom in Seattle, only I am told populated by jazz afficianados.)