On 18th, right next to Farina, there was a group of people spilling out in the street and dancing to all the standard “I’m throwing a street dance party” music: “We are Family” and so forth. Across the street, in the Women’s Building, men in cowboy hats and dress shoes stood outside the front door, smoking. The sound of salsa music could be heard. Through the window, a glimpse of a room filled with balloons, and some kind of disco ball/light machine.
And that has been the latest in party juxtaposition news.
