Speaking of dance, there were skirts for sale at the door, a $5 cover, a couple of new horns added to the band.
I and my fellow dancers, ready for our sport at the dance floor starting line, began swaying to the sound of Richie Ursomarso’s guitar going off. If you look closely you can see Ilima (Richie’s wife) belly dancing on the stage behind the saxaphone. She’s soon to be headed back to her hometown island in Hawaii and was selling a stockpile of sparkly belly dancing clothes.
I could have been dancing in the skirt that Naomi tried on the in bathroom and was moving to the grooves in here (right). She offered it to me first, but I think it was made for her.