Staple
No way in hell was I gonna miss Jenö at Staple. Danced with Amy, a gorgeous, tall, new england lass, and her delectable friend, Darcy. Sally was there, along with the usual crew of miscreants and ne’er-do-wells, like Patrick, and that regular I always end up dancing near but whose name escapes me (her name is Dana -June 24).
Jenö was beyond belief. Once he took over the decks, it was on. There was way too much fine music, way too many fine women, and it was a fine way to get a really superb workout. Too bad next friday is six entire days away. Heh.
