Dance, Dance

I AM HAVING A DANCE PARTY TOMORROW NIGHT. If you are reading this, you are invited.

The party takes place in the downstairs room at Loreley, 7 Rivington Street between The Bowery and Chrystie. It begins at 10PM and will likely last until 2AM-ish. Obviously it is free, and there is a bar. Josh Huffman and I are your co-hosts, and we are each DJing two one-hour sets in fierce competition. Whose grooves are the funkiest? Who will get you the most bodied? Come and find out!

Seriously, though, you should come: This is the dance party you've always dreamed of, where cool folks with no attitude make fools of themselves to pop music new and old. We don't care who you are, we just want you to come have a good time. And if you think you're a terrible dancer, don't worry: I guarantee you are not worse than me and I am going to dance until there's blood on the floor. So you've got no excuse, y'hear?

Come get sweaty with us! Come tell Josh how much better my sets were than his! Come watch me engage in white-boy overbite again and again and again!