Well, danceteriums, somehow we survived the weekend. At least I think we survived. This could all be a strange fever-dream that I'm having from my hospital bed at St. Vincent's. There's really no way to tell.

Thank you so much to everyone who came out last Friday. We had one of our biggest nights yet, and I can't tell you how excited I get when I hear people do the Gay Gasp when I start spinning a song. If you're clutching your pearls I know I'm doing something right.

And that makes it all worthwhile.