Liquid
I wanted to do something different tonight, something I haven’t done before, and I needed to dance, so upon advice given from the source, I decided to check out Liquid on the Mission. I arrived about eleven, having parked my little purple ride in a very interesting section of San Francisco. The club was very very tiny, but the music was stellar. I have no idea whatsoever who was on the turntables tonight, but the craziest deep house music was coming from the little steel-post-reinforced table.
There were two bones of contention that I had with Liquid. First, its size. there were WAY too many people for such a miniscule venue, particularly with so many people wanting to stand on the dancefloor and gab. But, the music was nearly orgiastic.
Booty told me there were plenty of ugly people there, but I think she was meaning that facetiously. There were, in fact, no ugly people there. Damn. Being around so many excruciatingly pretty people wears down on my virtue. I ended up dancing with some pretty people purely because we were all so close together that I could feel other people’s seams. Literally.
Overall, a great time—especially given the miniscule entry fee—which I will almost certainly not have any reservations repeating in the future.