We the People love Droid Behavior so much that we will go to Avalon for one of their parties. This is in spite of the fact that we hate Avalon with the sort of passion reserved only for packed-to-capacity clubs that draw out every cologne-soaked, coked-out sleazebag in a loud Italian suit. Why do we love Droid Behavior so much? The answer is simple, because we know that when they throw a party at Avalon, it will be a (mostly) goober-free night.
Last night's party was actually a joint venture with the equally lovable Compression, who celebrated its first anniversary. (Damn, guys, didn't we go to the first party on the day after Thanksgiving last year?) I walked into the club as Drumcell gave way to Acid Circus. Naturally, I entered solo as my cohorts were running a half-hour behind me. I roamed around the club, looking to see if I could find Robert and his friend, who I knew via text messaging were already inside the club, and ran into DJ Dave Rape, whose attendance at every must-see club event is indicative of his own awesomeness behind the decks. After locating everyone, we danced to some choice Acid Circus mixes. What really blows my mind about their sets is the way Vidal dances in the booth. As stated here before, I'm pro-dancing DJs. Dancing DJs are always on the ball because they are moving instead of thinking. Last night was no different. They busted out an intense mix of Justice vs. Simian "We Are Your Friends" and the crowd was going apeshit. Vidal was pumping his fist in the air and leaning forward as he jumped around and it looked like he could come very close to falling over the table and out of the balcony. Of course, he didn't, which is just further testament to Acid Circus' party rockin' powers.
Richie Hawtin went on at about midnight, at which point the club was so packed that dancing grew difficult. Somewhere around the beginning of the set, I stood at the top of a small group of steps next to Robert while Carlos stood at the bottom as Robert and I were discussing whether or not we would be going out for a smoke. Then some dude either ran or slid into me. I could feel my feet leave the ground as I grabbed the railing in fear that I could not prevent this fall and that I would soon land on top of Carlos, thus sending my boyfriend and I straight into the adjacent trashcan. Fortunately, luck was on my side last night and I stopped the accident right as I saw eyes pop out of heads and the guy who ran or slid into me (who, by the way, was wearing a gaudy Italian suit), proceeded towards the dancefloor.
Eventually, Carlos and I moved towards the front of the floor, where we had the perfect view of Richie Hawtin's feet. Next to us, a small group danced to its own E-tard. One of the girls sat on the floor with her feet pulled into her chest, occasionally resting from her techno workout of rocking side to side by lying down on her back and closing her dilated eyes. Her friends danced in a circle around her with blue glo-sticks to an all-too-slow tempo that had little to do with the heavy-hitting sounds coming from Hawtin's set. Carlos and I danced as best as we could given the tight space, trying to move vertically to the rhythm. As for the music, I think I could pick out some Laurent Garnier and some Carl Craig in there, but if you have ever seen Hawtin spin, than you know that it's near impossible for anyone but him to attempt to compile a setlist. Somewhere towards the end of the 2 1/2 hour set, he dropped "Brain Freeze," which of course made me totally lose it. I was that kid right in front of the stage jumping up and down with my fist pumping like I'm not sure if I'm at a punk show or a dance club.
Jeff Mills went on at 2:45, so I only stayed for about a half-hour of his set. From the little bit I caught, I can report that a) I didn't recognize a single track and b) Mills is an aural alchemist. Actually, he's The Wizard, but, man, can he spin gold. I would love to be a fly on his gear just to see what he's doing to which records throughout the set.
Truth be told, I wanted to stay until the end of the night, but with a lingering cold and three huge deadlines next week, I had to pry myself off the dancefloor and retreat to Valley before 3:30 a.m.

P.S. I would just like to add that last night's party had the coolest go go dancers ever. Here's a picture.