It's been a few months or so since Huy and I donned Chester capes and tights (they make our legs look good shon!).

Armed with dirty martinis in one hand and extension cords in the other, we've showed up every Saturday determined to see our beloved Portland patrons cabbage patch until the point of delusion. We've booked platter spinners from all over the place who have each answered the musical call of duty in the name of humpfests and making babies. They done brung the heat in the form of funksoulbreaksbailledancehiphopmashups, 45's and empty plates of polenta and creme brulee. Sometimes they even let us take their snap, which promptly gets slapped into the photo albums. These delectable deejays are nice like that. And do check the albums - You might find your shiny, happy, smiling face caught mid-soul train. Yippee.

A giant ring around the roses for Chester's smashing staff. Russell, Wendy and the posse have stirred us much drank and put up with all our antics. That's love.

In an effort to keep our speech short, a ginormous THANK YOU to all the lush life bridgetown kids for coming out to experience the Heaviest of Rotations this side of the Willamette. We've got more tricks, more treats and more sweat sessions in store. Trust.

Namaste and bless - Huyner and Moski