So it turns out that my DJ set yesterday at puffin's birthday bash could only be heard downstairs, where the turntables were, and not upstairs, where all the cool people were. I guess that explains this conversation after I finished my set:
Me: So what did you think of my set?
Rob: I take it that you weren't the one who played "I'm coming out?"
Me: Um, no, that must have been afterwards.
While I was spinning a woman came up to me and insisted that I put on a "temporary" tattoo. I took a shower this morning and I still have a big black ant crawling up my arm. At least three people have asked me if the tattoo is real. We'll see what happens tomorrow.