Staple
Staple scheduled an all-day party today, starting at 2pm and ending at 2am, with featured headline Glenn Underground of Strictly Jaz Unit (Chicago). After waiting to hear from a friend about whether I was still supposed to pick her up near San Mateo, I decided to go it alone. I arrived at Staple just about 9:45.
The music was already playing, of course, and Tony Roam was on the turntables when I got there. I repaired upstairs to see if the Canadians had arrived yet, found Joshua and Erin, chatted for a bit until the Canadians arrived. Talked to them for a while, until it was time to head back downstairs. I got on the dancefloor around 10:30.
I had stopped off and bought new boots for the dancefloor on the way, so it was cool to try them out. Before I knew it, I turned around and there was John, my coworker from Palo Alto, who brough his entire crew up for Staple. I started cutting the rug a little bit later, which I continued to do throughout the night, as usual.
Glenn Underground took the decks at midnight and started in with a very decadent dubby house set that boggled the imagination and inspired my old body to break it down even more than I usually would. Ended up in the back area near the stage with Peter, Sonja, and her friends. I have got to find some of Glenn’s CDs. Damn. I’m not going to assert here that this was the best staple I’ve ever attended, but it was damn sure in the top five.