The Nocturne: Happy Endings, a monthly dance party that lets you werq with wontons. I went dancing with all these random people in a random hole in the wall in Chinatown for The Grid. I walked up to this place (^) and hoped – for five seconds – that Roman Polanski would be inside. But a story’s a story, and sometimes the best kind leave you dazed and bemused. Starting to think the best stuff happens in places only we know. Read and then go, next month, for New Year’s. Lasers included.