We were just now a week later pretty much fully recovered, mentally and physically, from Justice's DJ set at our FADER 50 party. Our synapses were connecting. Our vocabulary was clawing back to acceptable. And our legs were much less wobbly and sore. And then some jerk sent us a recording from the night in question which sent half the office into reactive shock and the other half into convulsive hysterics. The office nurse is typing this post. Take at your own risk and happy holidays!