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				<title>BT Spins in Vegas; Ravers _____ in Phoenix</title>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 25 Jul 2010 04:11:25 -0700</pubDate>
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				<description>&lt;p&gt;Standing in this massive line was ridiculous, I thought. $45 gets me this? But after a few directions and the flash of a wristband, I was in.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;BT, and his vocal accompaniment JES, performed at Rain Nightclub at the Palms Resort and Casino Saturday night, and it was a hell of a show.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;figure class=&#34;alignleft&#34;&gt;&lt;a href=&#34;https://kyleanderson.us/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/DSCN2985.jpg&#34;&gt;&lt;img src=&#34;https://kyleanderson.us/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/DSCN2985-300x225.jpg&#34;&#xA;&#x9;&#x9;&#x9;alt=&#34;You&amp;rsquo;re gonna have to trust me - this is BT.&#34;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;figcaption&gt;&#xA;&#x9;&#x9;&#x9;&lt;p&gt;You&amp;rsquo;re gonna have to trust me - this is BT.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&#x9;&#x9;&lt;/figcaption&gt;&#xA;&lt;/figure&gt;&#xA;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;Granted, this was my first nightclub experience, so it might as well have been all the same as any other club. But what made this particular venue attractive on this particular night was the man himself, BT.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;A crooked hallway plastered in tiny mirrors beings me in to the club. The place is pounding with music. And people.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;You have to shove past everyone in a club like this, but they&amp;rsquo;re all attractive, so I guess it doesn&amp;rsquo;t matter. Shoving past people for five minutes got me to a relatively uncrowded bar.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s strong and cheap?&amp;rdquo; I asked the bartender after observing a guy pay $7 for a cheap beer. He gave me a double rum and coke for $13.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;Waiting for the first DJ to finish, I stood on the upper balcony next to people I couldn&amp;rsquo;t hear. I watched as security guards ushered people, cleaned up drinks, etc. The dance floor was packed, and there was no telling where I&amp;rsquo;d end up if I tried to enter it. Best keep my distance.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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				<title>Non-Abusive Partying Brings Out the Best</title>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 11:09:16 -0700</pubDate>
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				<description>&lt;p&gt;Friday night was adventure night. It involved wandering around Flagstaff south of the tracks, party hopping with Tekel.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;First was Karaoke at Granny&amp;rsquo;s Closet. The DJ has a pedo smile and DSLR camera which he only used to take pictures of the hottest girls (namely the Dutch) singing and dancing to his pirated music, probably for his &amp;ldquo;website.&amp;rdquo; The bar kicked everyone under 21 out around 12:15 and I never got to sing &amp;ldquo;Happy Together,&amp;rdquo; by The Turtles. Screw it, we said, and headed back to my car to grab another SoBe before going to the next party.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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