So as you all are probably aware (or not…), on Saturday night Therapy hosts none other than one Jonathan Peters, international DJ superstar and Therapy veteran many times over. This translates into a simply packed and out-of-control after-hours party at the crack-house chic monster-venue. In other words, we’re in!

Now there’s no question that Jonathan Peters has enjoyed a legendary DJ/remixing/producing career, and that Saturday night’s set is certain not to disappoint — but that doesn’t mean we don’t have a bone to pick! (naturally) We care to explain:

It all started three years ago at Winter Music Conference in March of 2006 down in Miami (naturally). We flew down with such notables as Mirabar DJs Kenny and Richard Michael, and hung out with our dance music darlings Lauren Hildebrandt and Ohsha Kai — to say we just had a good time would be a serious understatement. So one afternoon (right before an impromptu margarita beach party), we’re all sitting at The Palace at 12th & Ocean drinking with our roommate at the time, let’s call him “Barbara”. Now Barbara was unattached at the time and began chatting up an ordinary looking (but very charming) 20-something named Paolo. Paolo helped us carry our margarita pitchers out to the beach and fit in well with our strangely assembled group (including a lesbian Delta flight crew from Austin). Through casual conversation, Paolo revealed that he just happened to be Jonathan Peters’ roommate in New York, and had flown down with him for WMC. Regardless, the Goose had Barbara feeling loose, so he and Paolo soon requested (and got) some alone time back at our hotel on Collins Ave. while we attended another afternoon hotel pool party. Cute story, right?

Well after Paolo wrecked Barbara in our hotel room at the Dorset (sheet stains and all…), the rest of us returned to get ready for the night — that’s when Barbara noticed her wallet was missing! Nobody suspected Paolo at the time, he’d been so nice — plus we’d been ALL over town that day (we’d even left our camera at the Best Western on Collins that same evening), so B could very well have lost her wallet in the sand somewhere. So, after turning the entire hotel room upside down (literally), a frustrated Barb called to cancel her credit cards and whatnot — only to find that there had been already been some charges made to one of his cards! Where, you ask? Sunglass Hut, Source Paris and French Connection… someone went on a $600 shopping spree up and down Lincoln Road Mall!

Calls to Paolo go unreturned for the rest of the weekend… shady but by no means a sign of guilt. By all accounts, the story should have ended here, shrouded in mystery — but in some sick twist of fate, Jonathan Peters and Paolo had booked their flight back to New York City on the same day, at the same time, from the same airport, and on the same airline as us for our flight back to Providence!

So we’re there in the Southwest terminal in Fort Lauderdale on Monday morning, and Barbara sees out of the corner of his eye, JP and Paolo chowing Pizza Hut Express at a bistro table in the middle of the food court. And at their feet? Shopping bags from Sunglass Hut, Source Paris and fucking French Connection! Oh hell no! So what do you do when you’re able to confront your own identity thief in open public, and it just happens to be Jonathan Peters and his roommate? Well we didn’t ignore the opportunity, put it that way — although we didn’t want to get kicked off our flight for brawling in the terminal either, so we just initiated a seriously bitchy conversation — resulting in a full confession (and some crying…) later that evening once they were back in New York and us in Providence. Bitch!

Will we consider a DJ booth confrontation tomorrow night at Therapy? Umm, no. JP likely as no memory of the incident — but this is probably going to be the last time that story has any relevance, so enjoy it! Party starts at 12am tomorrow night and goes until 8am, see you there!