StopSpot
Another friday, another Stopspot. With Emmett along for the ride again, I headed for SF again. This night featured Tony of the Funky Tekno Tribe. The music was, of course, top shelf. We ran into Sally and Chris yet again. It was fun.
I really hate people who feel the need to light a bowl up in the middle of the dancefloor, by the way. Tobacco smokers have learned that you don’t light up before you check if it’s okay. Weed, I guess, must entitle you to be a fucking moron, because it’s really cool.
There is an upstairs open air balcony for a reason. Duh.