Oh! — Let Me Tell You How Dancing Went on Saturday Night
GIRL, it took a tube of Icy Hot, two days and four naps for me to recover from going out dancing 💃 on Saturday night, but it was so worth it. We had a blast.
Mostly, the best fun occurred between 11 – 11:30, which was shortly before we “peaced out,” because the DJ at Public Works in SF’s Mission, which is where we went, saved the ’90s hits we know and love for late in the evening.
The theme of the night was hip-hop hits from 1979-1999, but the DJ was stuck in 1979 from about 9:30 to 11, at which point Black Sheep started playing, and Naaman, Cindy and I (formerly known as “The Triumvirate”) lost our minds. 🤪
That’s also about when I took the pic at the top, which is why I’m extra dewy in it. (There’s three gallons of sweat rolling down my face.)
Some of the best parts of nights like this are the unintentionally funny ones, ya know? Like, we were dancing right next to a big group of friends, and one of the people in the group was a very tall woman who was wielding a huge black leather bag that was stuffed to the gills with something, and whenever she would dance up behind one of us, the bag would strike.