Ferry Ferry quite contrary trim that pussy it's so damn hairy. Yes, he's cheesy. Yes, he's fluffy. But, he's also bangin' and he spins trance at its best.
I walked into the club at around 12:30am with a tummy full of gin and a stacker3 swimming around in there somewhere (That's a dangerous combination btw). I noticed the usual Exit crowd having thier usual Exit fun. It's amazing how these guys always forget to put on a shirt. Anyway, I walked in with my buddy and his girlfriend -- bumped in Az-tec and a few other peeps -- to someone spinning some weak ass deep house music with a tribal flair. After a little walk around each floor to scope out the jailbait. I setup on the stage to welcome Ferry Corsten. To my delightful suprise, when Ferry started spinning at around 1:45am, people were cheering his name. It was amazing! Melly: Do you know who Ferry Corsten is? Because the people around me sure did.
He filled the night with a lot of old classics and some new tunes that I haven't heard before. That's always a good mix in my book. By 3:30am, my buddy's girl wasn't feeling well and the music took a slight downturn so they left but I decided to stick around.
So what's Dr. Pleasure to do all alone in Exit? I remember walking upstairs at one point right above the DJ booth and watching these two muscles heads dry hump the shit out of these two girls. They were seriously in the horizontal position pumping away. The only thought running through my head was I hope to God that my future daughter does not do that. At another point, I bought a pair of glowsticks and was fucking around with them on stage with the amateurs. I got the helicopter down WOO HOO! I don't think I'm ready to take on the pros at the back corner, yet. I had to refrain from getting my grind on because I was wearing boxers and Jeans. Chaffing can be a bitch.
At around 4:30am, after a huge build up where all the lights in the room turned pink (my favorite color) and snow started falling from the ceiling, Ferry dropped one of the sickest hour and a half of segments of Trance that I ever heard. It was hard and banging and I was taken into that mysterious place known as "the Zone." It's where you forget about everything going on around you and just groove to the beat. By 6:00am, I was pretty tired from jumping around and I decided to call it a night. So what did I experience at Exit last night? Glowsticks and humping - pretty much sums up Exit. And at least for one night, Trance at its best.
One last thing that I have to say is that I think Exit has the potential to be a really nice club. I thought the sound system was pretty sharp, it probably has the best visuals in the city and at times even the vibe was okay. I also noticed that it's improved dramatically in the last few months. I hope that it continues because it's a shame that few poorly behaved people can ruin the reputation of a club with so much potential.
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