In my ongoing quest to expand my horizons and stockpile that life experience, I went with the work posse to a
Bhangra concert last night. Translation: pretend I'm an Indian (not the ride horses, wear feathers, and die of foreign disease kind) and dance like I've never danced before.
I
think I was the only white guy there. Atleast one of only five or so. Making it all that much better.
The band was this one called RDB. They look like this:
But they have cool British accents to help keep me from thinking that they want to kill me. I wish I could pull off the beard and tourbon look. I could stop having to shave, which I hate, and stop having to worry about cutting/combing my lettuce.
Oh, and there's an added bonus because this chick Nindy Kaur performs with them.
She gives me this strange feeling in my nether regions.
I learned how to do all these awesome dances. And they were my kind of dances involving kicking your feet and shaking your shoulders around. I was sweating like a madman. And I learned how to do this cool scary
Sheikh yell. Also, I found out that Red Bull & Vodka helps keep me lathered and simultaneously energized to not just fall asleep.
It was the coolest culture expanding phenomenon since my gay pride parade / gay bar experience
last summer and it was even better than that because I didn't have to worry about being sodomized.
Here are some real time pictures:
Life is but a dream.
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