Staple
Nick Holder of Toronto at Staple. I arrived at about 10:30, wandering upstairs to hang out with Patrick, Gigi, and some random carpenter guy named Nick. Fil Latorre was spinning some serious house on the decks downstairs. Dana wasn’t there, but her sister, Erin, was. Alot of recognizable regulars were there, as well as a plethora of delicious strangers.
When Nick Holder took the 1200s a little after midnight, he set it off big-time with a very dubby deep house style, awash in congas, electric pianos, and diva samples. I was all over the floor, feeling very energetic for a change, probably due to the amount of exercise I’ve been getting lately. Although it’s also probably due, in part, to the fact that I didn’t go out at all last night.
Ended up dancing with a delicious black woman with a british-like accent, Cinnamon, who was very fun, along with all the other house heroes. My shirt was, of course, soaked down by the end of the night, and I limped blissfully toward my car.