Salted
Quite a downpour in Northern California this evening! After I overslept my disco nap by about half an hour, I headed up to San Francisco along the 101 running much later than I had hoped. A 20 minute snarl up trying to get on the freeway was caused by the police DUI checkpoint. It was slow going on the way north, especially with an inch of standing water on the road and more than 15 crashes on the side of the freeway between my house and the club.
Tonight’s party was, of course, House of Om at Salted at Mighty. The place was packed to the rafters—a throng of sexy strangers writhing to the mouthwatering grooves of Miguel Migs. Miguel played a deep funky set and handed a mike over to Lisa Shaw, who belted out a set of five or six songs and had the crowd screaming for more. Marques Wyatt stormed the turntables at 2 and closed us out with a deliciously jazzy, rhythmic, sassy set of deep house. What a delight.
It has been too long since I’ve been to this party. Must come more often.
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