*clapping*


*screaming*



*Mentally I do several Russian leaps.*


Saw Bring on da Noise, Bring on da Funk tonight.


*beat beat beat beatibeatibeatibeati beat beat!*



9th row, orchestra, no substituations, Savion Glover in his role as da Beat.

My sister's idea, my mom's treat.



*admire the beauty*



*encourage the crowd to shout, whoop and holler (they're mostly white, forgive them, they know not what they fail to do)*



Went to dinner beforehand at La Barca, just Little Miss Thang and me. Talked a little bit about religion, a little bit about politics, mostly snarked about our parents.


*Could barely keep my own feet still.*


Assured my sister I don't want kids and don't want to get married. Insinuated life is good right where it is. Very nearly believed myself.


*I swear they had the Baron in a couple of bits there, the gallows humor was strong in some bits.*



*I'm a loud gentile. So sue me.*


Savion Glover is the muthafuckin MAN! And a sweetheart too, from the looks of it. };>


*Wondered how to translate the soul of dance to dialogue of action and speech without being dismissed.*


Gah, no way I can sleep now. *huge grin*


If you gots to bring in da noise, you gots to bring da Funk!