Staple
Checking my account balance, I discovered that I’m not in a negative cash position for once. This is sweet. So, I jerked some money down through the ATM and headed for Staple. Inhuman greeted me at the door.
Mad Marj (Oops…I thought it was Fabulizz. Thanks for the correction, Liz. –October 8, 2000) was on the decks when I arrived, summoning forth a very sweet mix of great house music. I got on the dancefloor early and started in. Joshua was on next, tearing up the decks with a crazily frantic set of deep house that left me breathless enough to repair upstairs for fresh air.
After an interesting conversation with some girls up from Los Angeles (Mayanne and Ria, as I recall), I headed back downstairs shortly before Iz took over. Iz was a madman—his music gourmet, his style four-star. I danced so hard that my shirt was completely soaked through and dripping when I was leaving.
Saw Sally there and some other regulars. What a night. I think I’ll still be limping on wednesday. And, goddamit, I gotta find out where some of these Staple DJs sell their vinyl/CDs. Any hints?