i think it's been almost three years since i last went to basement bhangra at sobs. as a matter of fact, i remember thinking we were in the godforsaken middle of nowhere, and i now know that, while it is pretty far west, it's also not very far from anywhere. it's amazing how this city changes as you get to know more of it. i love it.
we started off the evening with some kick ass falafel and schwarma at chickpea. it was bomb and cheap, per usual. i got my ass back to another long-lost love, swift. god bless the only place in new york with reasonably priced imperial pints that are actually full--all the way to the top--with gorgeous, lovely, beautiful, perfect smithwicks. ooooooohhhhhh. it was goood.
it turned out to be $11 worth of good, because my obession with a cold, curvy pint of excellent beer caused us to miss the "$5 til 8pm" cover for Bhangra. bummer! so we forked over 16 smackers and went in. of course, you have to just hang around with what now seem to be a bunch of tools (last time there weren't more than 40 people there when we got in, but this time there were well over 100) and wait for the dance lesson.
when that finally started at 9, we were sorely disappointed to see that a bunch of white kids and "west" asians cannot bhangra dance at all. rather they, in all their crowdedness, are more likely to step on each other, or slap each other, or just slam right into the same guy behind me about four times in a row. it wasn't even really due to lack of coordination so much as lack of room to execute the flamboyant moves required in bhangra dancing. also, it makes your arms bloody hurt!
it was super fun and i'm excited to go again, but it felt more like a bhangra-themed frat party than anything else. what happened to all the crazy dancing sikhs?!
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