The Buck Taylor Experience

Last night was a big graduation/birthday/whatnot party arranged by one of Gabry's classmates. It was a lovely venue in Harcourt (The Odeon) which is an area of Dublin that is a bit more than halfway between Trinity and my apartment. We were in an upstairs room that had cushioned benches all around the room, slightly rounded to create a semblance of booths, but with an end section that didn't enclose the "booth" areas. And there were pillows. Lots of red velour/velvety-ness.

There was entertainment, too. Besides the mediocre music coming from the laptop of the "DJ," there was a man from Kentucky billed as "The Buck Taylor Experience." It was a good time, especially because he sang lots of songs I grew up listening to like songs by Otis Redding, The Drifters, Al Green, James Brown... some of the parents who were there also enjoyed it. It's always kinda funny to me when I know all the older songs and very few of the newer songs (that were playing before and after the performance).

I danced a lot and had a nice time. Although I was ready to stay home under a blanket when I got home from rehearsal, I managed to get myself out there and stayed until 1:30 or 2 am. Ludi, Gabry's brother, danced me around a bit as did a guy whom I am convinced has some clown training because he pulls these faces and has excellent comic timing in his dancing/performing. I chatted with friends of friends and managed to navigate this party where I knew very few people well. And then I came home and slept for a nice long time. (Side note: I had crazy dreams last night which I think will have to be a separate entry.)