We spent all afternoon looking for the so-called "Remix Hotel", which showcased all kinds of cool DJ equipment and poolside mixing by famous DJs. Turns out "Remix Hotel" was just a fun name they made up for the event, which was actually at the National Hotel. Awesome. Anyway, we did manage to make our way there eventually, and it was totally worth it.

There was a good crowd bumping to the sounds of a rotating crew of DJs. Good music, warm weather and a light breeze, great vibe... the only thing keeping it from perfection was the ludicrous cost of beverages: we were waiting at the bar and I saw some guy order two drinks and pay 26 bucks. 26 BUCKS?! Needless to say, we didn't wait at the bar any longer.

Hmm... no real reason for this picture, just something about this girl's outfit that was so... what's the word I'm looking for... trashy? Yes, that's it. (Note the Playboy tattoo).

I love this guy's shirt. Also note Ambert peeking through on the left side of the picture.
Aahhhh...
The three doods in front of the DJ booth. I'm proudly sporting the free hat I got at one of the equipment manufacturer's booths.
This chick was mixing in the Serato room. She was actually really good at scratching. Good stuff.
Every long palm-tree-lined pool needs a surly security guard. We tried to get him to pose for a picture with us, but he refused. Figures.

Ambert and Bryan checking out some, uh, speakers.