I will never, no no never, love again
Sylvia and I dragged a handful of ImprovBoston folks out to the Cantab Lounge on Friday to dance to The Fatback Band playing some old funk, soul and R&B classics. You can see these gents any given Friday. You’ll have seen them there at least once on any weekend for the last decade or more. [...]
you’re diggin freak nasty without a shovel
My man Brett posted the video for dance floor classic “Da Dip” the other day, which took me back fifteen years. It reminded me, as anything fifteen years old would, of high school. Going to high school mixers in Baltimore County, putting your hands on a girl’s hips and freakin’ her from behind was not [...]
a woman is a woman and a man ain’t nothing but a male
I tell myself I don’t like swing dancing. “I don’t like swing dancing,” I told myself, Sylvia and several other people on Tuesday. This was at the Yelp Elite event in Charles Square near Harvard. It’s not that I don’t like dancing. I love dancing. Ask anyone who’s seen me at a wedding, or in [...]
shots, shots, shots, shots, shots
BIMA‘s biggest event is their annual summer cruise, a jaunt around Boston’s harbor. BIMA also holds a Christmas gala, but the turnout’s not quite as good: it’s harder to coordinate people around the holidays. Everyone shows up for the good weather and free booze, though. My coworkers suggested we walk from Copley Square to the [...]
london part five
When Misch and I found Barrio Central, a Mexican-themed pub in Soho, we spent the night there dancing with strangers. Late in the evening I flagged the bartender down with a fiver. “I’m from the States,” I explained. “What would you recommend that’s local to Europe?” The bartender produced two bottles. “This is Vedett,” he [...]
vegas 2010, part 5
Dave and I had dinner at Wolfgang Puck’s Bar and Grill in the MGM. I had a prosciutto and goat cheese pizza on flatbread. We were getting on well with our waitress so I asked her for a recommendation. “This may shock you, but we’re tourists,” I began. I asked her which bars or clubs [...]
it's been a year or two since I was out on the floor
I can no longer stay up past 2:00 AM two nights in a row. I tried this weekend: dancing at Common Ground on Friday with Sylvia, Joanna’s roommate, Rachel and Caitlin’s friend Andrea. I also went out on Saturday when Megan and Amy put out a call for Phoenix Landing. The result: twinges in my [...]
how old are you, are you old enough?
1. “I went to The Pill for the first time.” “How was it?” “It’s great. It’s a new wave / indie pop dance night. Good crowd; hipsters, but less intense.” “Less intense?” “Yeah, dialed up only to about a 3. Not trying as hard to not try as hard, if that makes any sense.” 2. [...]
iceland part two
General impressions of Reykjavik: More Like NIceland: Everyone I met in Reykjavik was cordial. Not quite friendly and outgoing, the way you’d get in the American South, but civil and helpful. Mix a laidback eagerness to please with the inherent stoicism that comes from any cold-weather climate, and you get an Icelander. I stumbled stepping [...]
how come you taste so good?
A friend (whom I won’t embarrass by linking to, unless she says it’s cool) requested a list of bad-ass strip tease songs. Realizing that there are several different types of strip teases, I reeled off the following: “Start Me Up” – Rolling Stones. Good for high-energy shows. A Sarah-Katherine Lewis favorite! “Gimme Shelter” – Rolling [...]
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