Much to report in my ongoing quest to only accidentally discover the deal with the Town House on 21st. (See my last posting here.)

So, I'm walking by the other night and I hear music inside. Being the forward and nosy gal that I am, I try the door. Locked. Drat. I go about my business, which happens to include a dinner thing with a bunch of people I don't know.

So I'm telling my Town House locked-door story (I am an excellent conversationalist) and lo!, I happen to be telling it not 10 feet away from the very man who owns the place.

And then! (yes, there's more) - I'm walking back to work from lunch at Zocalo the other day and I pass the lovely and talented DJ extraordinaire Shaun Slaughter, who informs me that he's doing a pre-opening private party on Saturday, that I should totally go and invite my friends and here's the flier for it and oh, by the way, it's at the Town House.

Fate or coincidence? I'm going with the former. Because it's way more fun.