Imperial Dub Dance Party
After work, I zipped home, took a disco nap, and called everyone—Ernie, Patrick & Gigi, Booty (whom I failed to reach)—to let them know about the Imperial Dub Dance Party, celebrating Dubtribe Sound System‘s tenth anniversary. I knew that this was going to be the party.
When I arrived, Corey Black was spinning downstairs and the people dancing around the square were all so pretty and funky that I had to concentrate hard to avoid staring at anyone. Whew. The music was deep and soulful and very very funky and I just couldn’t stop dancing.
Sunshine and Moonbeam entered the square with their gear around midnight. I blew a solo on my hands after a bit, with Sunshine ribbing me a bit, but it was all nifty. The sound was incredible and the crowd was loving everything that came out of the speakers.
After a while, some girl decided to take all of her clothes off and dance in the square, but she passed out, so the demographic up along the square changed dramatically, with every horny guy in the place trying to get a peek at the naked chick unconscious in the middle of the sound system. Heh.
Ernie introduced me to Tiffany and a couple of other people, and I saw Annie and her man for the first time in a while. Pretty people were omnipresent. What a mind-blowing time. I didn’t even mind the trek back to my car in the downpour that makes my shower, by comparison, seem pretty wimpy. Good thing I had a clean shirt, eh?
Whatever you do, don’t miss the next party. Second Fridays at Club Six. You know I’ll be there.