April 7, 2009

OK, so we're leaving this bar on Friday night. Saturday morning. At maybe 1:00 AM. We're walking to the car. The path leads behind The Warehouse Theatre. There's a crowd of people, and a couple of guys on the loading dock are playing gypsy music on fiddle and guitar. And then young people, in skimpy outfits, proceed to start performing—dancing—with things that are, like, on fire.
It's way cool. I have no idea what it was all about. Planned? Spontaneous? Who knows. Luckily, I had the old point-and-shoot on my hip.

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