The Oracle of Apollo Snippets from the life of Apollo Lee

Salted New Year

Well, it’s New Year’s Eve, my favorite holiday. After last night’s shindig, I was really amped up and ready to get my boogie on. So, about 9:30 this evening, I made my way northwards toward San Francisco.

Since I arrived shortly after 10, there was no line to get in. I met up with Kai, who came to check out the scene, and Patrick & Gigi — without whom there would be no party. Julius Papp was thumping the speakers hard and the crowd was gearing up and starting to grow. Vocalist Morrison added his smooth R&B vibe to Julius’ tracks. Jay-J followed, turning the faucet on all the way, with a ridiculously perfect set of house tracks that caused the crowd to swell to capacity.

David Harness followed up last night’s set with a mix of songs that made everybody flip completely out. By the end of David’s set, I was trying to figure out a way to dry out. My long lost friend, Ernie, turned up (let’s hang out more often, man). The music kept getting sweeter and sweeter, I kept getting sweatier and sweatier, and the countdown came and went. Frankie Feliciano closed us out with an absolutely fist-pumping set of beats that will echo in my ears until next New Year’s Eve.

Exhausted, I climbed into my car just this side of 5 am. 2006 is off to a good start!

It wasn’t too hard to find 118 Utah street on the border between the mission district and Potrero Hill. As I was walking out of my car towards the club, Apollo calls and says “Hey, do I need that printout of the reservation in order to get in the door?” So as I approached the guy outside of Mighty I said “It’s for you.” He took the phone, quizically, and addressed Apollo’s question. I still had to wait for the man to arrive, though. So I sat there in the loud, vacated, night club wondering: what the hell am I doing in this noisy place, and remembered all kinds of lame nightclub nights from the past. However, as soon as Apollo arrived everything did a 180. We hung out, we talked (outside in the smoker’s section, ironically, where it was less than 10 million decibels loud). I met Patrick and Gigi, again, this time for more than five minutes.

And we danced our fucking asses off.

Jesus fuck this was fun. Ever since I got married in 2001 I hardly ever go dancing, and it was nice to know I could still go out and kick dancefloor ass.

Lee, you’re the man.