After a few (piss-poor) hours of sleep, I hopped in a cab and headed for the airport. Instead of going back to SF, I was heading to NYC for a few business meetings, my friend Bev's wedding and finally, Thanksgiving with the fam in NJ before heading back to SF.
Since we were all pretty much recovering from my going away party earlier in the week (and also since I'd used "Hey, I'm moving" as an excuse to party pretty much every single night for the past five weeks) we decided to play it low-key and have a mellow last night at Misshapes. Here's Fatty, Amy and I on the cab ride over.
A week earlier Leigh had asked me if I'd be one of the DJs at her party. I was like "Uh, I don't know how to DJ, remember?" She was all "You don't have to beat-match and shit. Just bring a bunch of songs that you think will get people dancing. I'll take you over early and show you how to use the decks. It'll take twenty minutes." True to her word, she picked me up in a cab a few hours before her party was set to start, took me over to Luke and Leroy's (Here's the bday girl pulling a face)...
Because of the delay, I totally ended up missing Many's show, but I called her when I got into town and I ended up catching her just as she and her bandmates were hopping in a cab to go to some private afterhours party outside of town that Joan Jett was rumored to be playing at. When Mandy graciously extended an offer to join them, I ran my tiny ass down the street and hopped in their cab. Here's our rock and roll driver - I actually managed to catch him in the act of cranking the volume dial so we could all better enjoy the Van Halen song that had just come on the radio.
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