Staple
I took a bit of a nap this afternoon and headed out the door about ten. I arrived in San Francisco at 10:45 and at Staple at 11. Fil Latorre was on the decks when I arrived.
I mosied upstairs to see if Patrick was around, which he was. It was him and Gigi and his brother from vancouver. Nice. I talked to them for a bit, before wandering downstairs to bounce around on the dancefloor. Spotted Erin and Jen (who was celebrating birthday 23) and started dancing in the middle of the floor. Deep house…mmmm.
Dana introduced me to Stephanie, her really obscenely cute friend, and a couple of other people. They disappeared and I was warmed up well by the time Common Factor got on the turntables. He began banging out a reckless funky house set, just fucking bashing the speakers and the crowd with the most beautiful music. I couldn’t get off the dancefloor to save my life.
Round about 1:30, I managed to goof around and come up under one of the hanging decoration things, cutting my nose a bit. I headed for the can, stopped the bleeding and headed back onto the floor. Nothing that required stitches.