Botanical Gardens. The audience is fantastic — a mixture of young and old, all very excited.
We're in the round, which is a little odd, having people behind us, but they seem OK with it.
Up front, a large man who resembles Homer Simpson regains his youth and begins freeform dancing in a way that is just hilariously out-of-control. The young women nearby give him plenty of space for his gyrations. Paul and I eventually can't look in that direction, or we'll lose it. Ecstasy and pleasure are not always conveyed by the appropriate body language or facial expressions. From the gesture or facial expressions alone, one could be getting a tattoo, or be having a violent reaction to dinner. I remember critics of Elvis used to say, "it looks like it hurts."