A friend of mine scored us VIP passes to the House of Blues the night Frankie Knuckles was spinning, opera box seats and all. After the folks from Smirnoff two boxes over tried to get us drunk on vodka, we ended up in the quietest portion of the club. While waiting for the lads, I had a mirror, a camera, and 30 seconds of free time before getting dragged back to our box for more dancing. If you could call it that.