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.