Ponystep

OMG, so as you probably know, there was a Ponystep party in Paris on the last weekend of mensweek. Oh my lord it was SHIT. it was at crappy Le Regine which is quite possibly the smallest venue in the whole of Paris, well at least off Champs, anyway, so we got their huge queue on the door, people arguing and fighting, didnt have a problem getting in, but once inside it was unbarably hot, no air conditioning and the celing about 2 meters/ 6ft 3 high which explained why it was so hot. The music was, how can i put this, like a banana shoved up someones arse, taken out and eaten by a drag queen. We must have heard Britneys Womanizer about 200 times and MGMT (which i actually love) about 198 times, resulting in hating these songs. oh well, there you go.
since Ponystep will be a monthly thing now in Paris, word of advice:
DONT GO