I’m still feeling the pain of last night’s drinking/dancing at I’ve Got a Hole in My Soul at Rotture—but it was well worth it!

The dance floor was empty until 10:30, when it suddenly filled up in the time it took to make a phone call (and kudos to you, blond girl with glasses, for having the guts to dance all alone for half an hour while everyone else filled up on drink, kudos).

It was a great scene of wild-dancing young folks all dressed up in retro threads. And they weren’t playing sad soulful soul, but fast-past dance-yourself-to-happiness soul.

The place was packed—in fact, now that I think about it—all you chics should stay the fuck away from Soul Night—there’s too many of you already! However, any hot guys reading this should definitely come. And buy me a drink.

-Jennifer Furniss