WMC Day 3: the wheel of fortune

Lady Luck sure is a crazy bitch sometimes. As we recline back in our chaise lounges, sucking up complimentary iced teas and wi-fi at the Standard Hotel & Spa, the hardships of the previous 48 hours seem very far away, indeed. Shady condo broker trying to steal our rental deposit? No problem. Minor car wreck? Big deal! Our biggest problem now is trying to find an extension cord so we can plug in our laptops by the waterfall pool. The maintenance guys didn't seem too convinced when we asked them about it…

Surrounded by hot tubs, cold dips, steam rooms, and outdoor showers, it's funny to think that just last night, we were huddled in the corner of a drug store, sponge-bathing ourselves with wet wipes. We'd been out in the heat — and intermittent rain — all afternoon, racing over to the Stones Throw party at the Raleigh to catch Madlib's set and free schwag from Adidas, then next door to the National for Magda and Steve Bug at the Remix Hotel event. By the time Tiefschwarz closed down Remix's poolside party down at 9:30pm, we smelled like a cross between a wet beach towel and the inside of a record bag. Desperate times called for desperate measures, so we hightailed ourselves to the massive CVS on Lincoln and Collins for an emergency scrub down. "Ooh look, they have hand sanitizer!" we squealed, rushing towards the 99-cent bin at the entrance. Ten used wipes later, Team Flavorpill emerged from our makeshift bathhouse in the shampoo aisle, slightly less bedraggled and fairly sure we'd scraped the last of our WMC pride. One good tip, though: if you dirty up your pristine white European deck shoes dancing at a warehouse party, wet wipes also make excellent makeshift shoe polishers.