Am I tripping or was I recently at a beach party with a whole fish wrapped in bacon?
And Liam may have been slinging sous-vide pork-skin sliders with butternut squash puree, heirloom tomatoes, some kind of crumbly white cheese and homemade buns.
And if I'm not mistaken I then DJed reggae and dancehall for like 8 hours for a bunch of Jamaicans while I was close to blacked out, screaming stuff like "'Vado AGAIN! The Gully God is in the building!" and "Kartel de Teacher! GAZA represent!" all off of two Iphones and a battery-power subwoofer.