Mondays are da bomba!

Something about hot, sweaty dance parties involving a wicked good drum circle just doesn’t let you fall asleep like you should when you need to wake up early. Chatting with friends at colorful bars doesn’t help much either. What I’m saying is—Mondays rock. I hereby declare that Bomba de Tiempo is my new favorite thing in the city. What’s not to love—drums drums drums in an amazing venue and dancing in tribal ways you didn’t know you had in you. Granted, the mosh pit that developed was not exactly my cup of tea, but I’ll keep dancing as long as I’m standing. Or not as the case was when all of us were hunching and bouncing in some quasi-ritualistic circle as the music got softer, and then jumping and rioting when the music exploded. Ahh, that’s the beauty of live music—you make friends from strangers just because you are experiencing the same awesome thing at the same wonderful moment.

Such was the last night here in the city for our dear friend, Katie. To her I wish safe travels and all new adventures on the home turf.