It was exactly what the doctor ordered.
Street art, freestyling dance crews, vegan beet smoothies, bejeweled women on stilts, free-for-all painting walls, techno music, Ugandan art galleries, bizarre and unexpected performance art, lego cars, etc. Not to mention crazy people and lots of drug odors.
I felt completely out of my element . . . but then in it. It's a paradox. The artsy-fartsy in me came out to say hello. I missed my alter-ego.
^Lady on stilts leading a parade of half-naked dancers.
^Behold, performance art.
^and below: our contributions to the painting wall. Sarah's is a bit better than mine (she's an art major).
Sarah got a really pretty lace dress, some cards, and a tapestry for her room. I got a fierce piece of art randomly from Sarah's high school friend. An amazing night. I need to start going to these things more often.