And on another planet

47 dancers perform a discordant hour of vignettes in a WPA-built, but 20-year abandonned, swimming pool in Williamsburg.

Last night, R and I attended with friends and Brooklyn's most representative (homogeneous in their fiercely-wrought individuality), a performance of Agora.

Which made for a night of many firsts: R and I drove across the Williamsburg bridge in Christian's car (stopped on manhattan-re-entry by police for ignoring a hidden sign), witnessed dances involving skateboards in 50,000 sq. feet of ill-lit space, felt like yuppies as we worried for the car's safety parked off the island...

All those impressions I can index. The fainting goats though, no.

C