Crashed Bjork’s super sekrit DJ night at The Stud (sound alert) tonight with some friends. I’d just planned on seeing friends and some low-key, much-needed go-go dancing — a very cool and surprising night. More pics (and maybe video) to come.
Update: Haha, my camera’s video function needs a built-in breathalyzer. But I got a ton of photos that I just uploaded to this album. We started at a private party for Supervisor Aaron Peskin’s aide (I danced on/with then talked to writers from the Examiner and Sentinel who were all like, how did *you* get in?). Next we toddled off to The Stud to bug Bjork and play/dance, then to Butter to play for ten excited patrons (where I danced on the same table I’ve danced on there for 4 years), then to The Eagle for more playing and dancing. My head hurts bad. Ow. So much fun. I’m not dating anyone in the band anymore, but they still seem to love me and want me around enough to sneak me in places and give me their drink tickets. I am happy. But still ow.
* Just spotted Bjork with the Marching Band in this photo.
