Dancing 'til dawn.

Dancing 'til dawn.

If you weren't there at The Continental on Saturday you fucked up. It was a little slow early on, but by the end of the evening the place was jam-packed with drinking and dancing (thanks in no small part to an influx of 20 Something Bloggers hellbent on dancing their faces off). I was bouncing around the booth and between Rudy and I we managed to keep everyone happy without ever resorting to cheese. We make a good team because we bounce tunes off each other and stay on our toes throughout the sets.

After it was all over we stumbled out the door and into the early Chicago morning sun, only to wake up a few hours later to go down to the Gay Pride Parade. No small feat when your DJ set just ended 4 hours ago.