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Pre-NYE Roller Disco

Updated: Dec 31, 2011 10:53
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Yeehaw.

Any good disco party is, from start to finish, a fleshy, hairy, glittery mess slick with sweat and your choice of several other warm liquids. Any good foray on roller skates is pretty much the same deal, if you’re doing it right. Meaning: combined, they make a gloriously hot pantsed beast of a creation and one of the hairiest, sweatiest, best products of the 70s, roller disco.

Add  a few hundred people all attempting similar moves in similar getups while circulating in one direction, a lot of alcohol, and you’re visualizing one of Cellspace’s inimitable roller disco parties, the next of which occurs tonight, Friday, from 8 p.m. till 2 a.m. Because the music will be blasting so hard and the moves so distracting, they’ve had to cap the attendance with fire safety in mind – so get your tickets ahead of time here. Skate rentals are free.

For those of you who missed our coverage of last year’s event or the helpful primer in roller disco that was Patrick Swayze’s “Skatetown USA,” here’s a little glimpse. If one of these items doesn’t convince you to go, well, you might be a lost cause. Roll on!

 Roller Disco
Friday, December 30
8 p.m.-2 a.m.

Cellspace
2050 Bryant St.
[Mission]

Photo from Quadsk8

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Lucy Schiller - Destitute Dispatcher

Lucy's been able to live lots of places but holds her cornfed/pie-fueled Midwestern roots most dear, maintaining too loudly and too often that the Outer Richmond is the Midwest of SF: driven through to get elsewhere and knocked around for no reason (but what other neighborhood has bison?!). You can find Lucy letting things languish in her fridge, purposefully (limoncello!) or not (yogurt...), mouthbreathing, scouring Golden Gate Park for apartment-worthy items, sleepily serving up double nonfat half-caf-half-non-caf lattes at a certain cafe, skulking in various other ones, and yelling under cover of night and costume at SF Bike Party.