the DJ is
http://www.markalsop.com/ -- be built his website so i urge you to have a look at it and even listen to a podcast, if you like that sort of thing - some of it is lounge and some, dance. He is an award winning gay DJ, check out his Bio.
Here he is:

Listen and/or download his Podcast:
http://www.markalsop.com/podcasts.html -- he often sends me his first CD as he wants my critique - talk about feeling special !
My night ended in disaster and i came very close to death but my domestic partner saved me. so what happened ?
On Saturday I took some WEAK crystal during the day and before heading out and 7 grams of Phenibut at about 8 PM (which i have had before but with GOOD Meth and barely felt it).
Now, i had no idea what to expect in a club like this and no normal straight guy would be caught dead in there, i'd imagine. But i was with an "internet friend" of quite a while, of the DJ (of some
33+ years DJ'ing and who is HIV+ve). He started DJ'ing during the AIDS crisis in the 80's just to spread some joy through music to his gay community.
They didn't even have variable pitch turntables in those days and recorded to Beta & VHS Video tapes (for the oldies here).
He doesn't do drugs and is so serious about music. He got me dancing for 6 hours but that must've been too much ... he likes it that i'm so into his music, he keeps guest listing me.
The crowd all dances in underwear as there is a changing room. I didn't care because i just want to dance to music i love to move to. I asked for the tour as the venue was empty at 10 PM still - there are sex rooms (slings, bathtubs, darkened rooms), a dance area, 3 bathrooms for showering etc. and a bar, of course.
I saw no sex acts, thank fuck, and some of the crowd thought it was amazing that i had attended. The oldest guy i met was 60 but still looking good. I was the only one wearing jeans and a T-shirt and i stay that way !
I had 2 drinks all night but around around 5 AM Sunday, i started nodding off. Some guy even gave me a joint (yay! first time in about 6 months) ... at least 3 people took care of me a different times - what a caring crowd, it's no wonder i dig them !
Anyway, after being bundled into a taxi, i lost consciousness. Next thing i know, it's 5 AM Monday morning and i am in Intensive Care, I have a catheter, a canula (being given Acyclovir - anti-viral), Fentanyl (a respiratory depressant) and a muscle-relaxer (Ha!, the last thing i needed) but they weren't to know.
I told them what i had but nobody knew about Phenibut.
I had to be intubated to keep me breathing !The doctor tried so hard to get a vein and now i'm covered in bruises; he didn't listen to me and go in the foot. One nurse tried, missed and still let the drip goes into my tissue. Hurt like a mofo and i have a HUGE bruise on that foot. Currently under Cellulitis watch as they used both feet.
NOTE TO INJECTORS: KEEP SOME VEIN SPACE FOR HOSPITALIZATION or suffer like me,
They said that i had a mini heart attack and i will get the details in a few days time. Depressed kidney function too. damn. Could be the Phenibut and Meth, the vigorous dancing at 55 y/o or some or all of the above.
Here is the sad part - i was found soaking, in the cold (just out of winter by a few days) on the ground outside my local police station - the cops worked out that i had been there for 45 minutes. My glasses were cracked and all the cash in my wallet had been stolen and i remember the taxi driver asking me multiple times if i had money and i showed him my cash ($40).
But he left an EFTPOS receipt ! So i want to hear his side of the story.
So the cops dropped me home and my domestic partner saved my life ! i wasn't moving or hardly breathing so she called an ambulance (the cops didn't want to at first - WTF ?).
The paramedics and police came into our house and did a quick search for drugs ! Fuck me, i didn't know that they could do that but they did. the only stuff i had was a a little Meth, 1/2 Kilo of still-legal Phenibut, a dirty Meth pipe and a bong but they didn't see them so all good ( C:-) )
Anyway, if i didn't get to the hospital they said that i may have died !

Now i am holding the taxi company accountable for negligence - they should have taken me to hospital, called an ambulance or at least walked me to the police as a last resort. Smashed lens is $150 and i reckon that they should compensate me for that - i'm going to fight it.
that's my story ! Fantastic party, tragic outcome. I'm still groggy and have no idea why the Phenibut hit me so hard. Sure, i accidentally took 16 Valiums a few days before but could that be the catalyst ?