last night, a wonderfully welcome visit by NY's Mosquitos, and their delightful little bossa-indie songs. A couple of weeks ago, I chatted with singer and dancer Juju to promote the show. When I got to the Dame I looked for her to say hi, during another fabulous performance by Rakadu Gypsy Dance. I said "Hi Juju!" and she smiled and immediately leaned close and gave me the kind of kiss on the cheek that can only be called a buss. It doesn't really exist so much in America I fear. A south american thing, perhaps. Because she wasn't immediately recognizing me. Her eyes lit up when I told her that we had spoken on the phone. I thought it was neat because she maybe kisses everybody on the cheek. Which is much better than a handshake, I'm convinced.
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