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Saturday night and off to the party after receiving an invite from HL with the tag: ‘hope to see you there.’ The Big Blue bus went straight to the location; I took a quick visit at the bushes along a darkened street, ordered a #2 meal at McSpongle’s, and meandered on over to the warehouse, there clunking down $10 and entering to the sounds of breakbeats. Soon afterward, a vanguard dancer whirled by and bent over to smack the dancefloor with both hands, warming it up for the night’s trials. The back patio featured an open tent, some workshop tables, and an oblong silver caravan trailer next to a small campfire. We ended up chatting there with some friends of Single Cell Miguel, the top DJ on the night. ME suddenly interjected - she was on a spoken word tour of the West, and overheard our mention of San Francisco, the location she would travel to the next day. She gathered some recommendations, including parks, a ferry ride, and a trip to City Slights for some spoken word history. Then I was off to the restroom. After what seemed like a long wait, I peeked in through the window and saw a couple writhing and kissing, reflected through the steamy mirror in there. Thinking they may be a while, I defected to the women’s room and experienced a nice laissez-faire reception. The excellent breaks brought out the dancers, who teased and tantalized - the hula hoop showdown held particular fascination, as swaying hips, waists, shoulders and necks kept the hoops rotating and disbelief suspended. Superb night.