The Moment I Felt Homesick

On our last night in San Francisco, we decided to catch Ellen Allien and Modeselektor. As you may know, I love both and have covered both for the LA Weekly (Ellen Allien I also interviewed for PopMatters), so this was a big deal.

We hailed a cab and headed down to Mighty, which we were told is on the border of SOMA and the Mission. It's a nondescript venue situationed in the middle of a block of warehouses. Outside of the club was a bus and a huge line. We waited, and waited. And at just after 11, when we got to the front, we were told that the guest list was closed and the party was sold out. We had to move to the line of people waiting to pay. That line was nearly a block long and there was no guarantee that we would ever enter the club. So we checked out the DJs in the Burning Man bus for a few minutes, hailed another cab, and went back to the hotel to pack.

I missed home, a place where no one shows up to nightclubs until 12:30, a place where I have been talking my way into clubs since I was a teenager.

We said it was no big deal, we would catch them Saturday night at Avaland. But then the train was delayed and we didn't get home until almost midnight. By the time we got ready to hit the town and made our way to the club, it would have been close to 2 a.m. and we would have missed at least one of the sets.

Thus ended our trip to the Bay Area.