I get back from St. Louis at about 2 in the afternoon -- time enough to unpack and to take a short nap before trucking up to Lincoln Center to watch Emily and her dance group do their performance in conjunction with that Midsummer Night's Swing thing that Lincoln Center does every summer.



I learn after I get up there, unfortunately, that the performance was cancelled at the last moment, but lucky for me Emily stayed to be one of the instructors for the night, so I get a chance to pop in and say hello anyway.



Midsummer Night's Swing at Lincoln Center is a trip. Like, I'd been told that it's basically just a bunch of people dancing, but I could never have pictured in my head just how many people, and how much dancing.



What amazed me was the number of dancers that had spilled out of the regular staged area. Pretty quickly it was evident that the "real" show was happening outside of the stage. Literally the whole of Lincoln Center had been taken over by swing dancers old and young, and most of them were quite good, too.



I have no reason to believe that it isn't like this every week, either.

After checking it out for a while, I meet up with Tim, and we go out for Chinese. I have to say, after having spent pretty much an entire week stranded in downtown St. Louis, which frankly I found to be quite desolate and sad, it feels so nice to be, so quickly after returning home, surrounded by life, by music, by joy, and most importantly, by friends.

God, I missed New York.