Among the beautiful things of being downtown is the gift of the unexpected. For example, when I went to the Park Bar tonight for what I assumed would be a quiet meeting of friends, it turned out to be the insane pre-party for the Lenny Kravitz concert at the Filmore (f.k.a. State Theater).
And then, for some reason, some guy starts spinning fire and another guy starts playing the didgeridoo outside Park Bar/Cliff Bell's on Park Avenue. I don't know how and I don't know why, but I know it brought me joy.