Salted
After today’s big ride, I took a 90 minute disco nap, got a bite to eat, and headed for San Francisco. Seeing Andy Caldwell listed on the flyer locked it down for me — I was headed to Mighty.
I didn’t get to the club until about midnight, but my favorite Canadians, Patrick & Gigi, were already there. Andy Caldwell was working the tables when I arrived and played music that packed the dancefloor with frenzied dancers.
Julius Papp followed, playing an exquisite set of fist-pumping house tracks that got me sweaty enough that I could wring out my Sugoi shirt. Lots of pretty people were there and I had a great time dancing with some of them. After a while, the toll of the miles earlier and the athletic dancing style I have started to wear me down. So, after only three hours at the club, I jumped back into my car and headed south towards home.
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