Staple Anniversary
Kate called me, begging for me to take her with to Staple, which I did. Tonight was Staple‘s anniversary party and their goodbye bash. “We’re glad to be able to end Staple while it is still riding high,” the e-mail said. “Still turning people on, and still full of familiar faces.” There was no possible way in hell I was going to miss the last hurrah.
I arrived to pick up kate behind schedule, having followed some fucking dimrod in a mustang going 15 down the 1 (Kate lives near Half Moon Bay). American car manufacturers need to start building surface-to-surface missile arrays in some models, I swear. We arrived at the Rawhide at 9:15, just in time to help Erin put up her photo collages. I also had the opportunity to meet Fabulizz. That was very cool.
Tonight was all about the residents of Staple, who happen to be, in my opinion, the best house crew in the country. Their music is always superb, sometimes overshadowing some guests. This anniversary party was no exception. The music just fucking blew me away. Damn, kids. Damn.
The wildlife at the Rawhide tonight was breathtaking. I danced for a while next to some incredibly beautiful regular, and some other very tantalizing strangers. Saw Annie, Leika, Mina, and Miumi for the first time in a while. And I had such a blast I didn’t want it to end.
The San Francisco scene is now very much less than it was, with the end of Staple, but hopefully this crew will throw numerous parties in the area very often. Staple has pushed the bar much higher for other house weeklies in the city and whomever attempts to fill those shoes had damn well better have some goliath feet.
Fil, Mike, Tony: if you guys EVER need help setting up any of your future parties, contact me and I’ll be there with bells on. Seriously.
The after party was cool, happening at someone’s apartment nearby. This apartment was a marvel in decorating, including a DJ stand in the living room and a missile sticking down from the roof in the hallway. I would have liked to have stayed longer and partied more with the Staple residents (who hadn’t arrived yet when I split), but I was more tired than I thought. I took Kate back to Half Moon Bay about 3:30 (2:30 with the time change) and was in my bed 45 minutes later. What a weekend.