Could a party at a small venue, tucked well into the tree-lined folds of Bed-Stuy, really call itself a crossroads for the world ?. That would be a big affirmative, dear reader !. We had an outernational night@ Wonderground yesterday and as the resident MC, it fell to me to name check all the different peoples gathered. It was the longest shout in Wonderground@Bed-Vyne Brew history. Is Australia in the house ?. Yes. Trinidad ?. Sure. England ?. Definetly. India ?. Absloutely. Canada ?. You know it. Sweden ?. Woop Woop. Antigua ?. Certainly. Croatia ?. Present. Morocco ?. No doubt. Jamaica ?. Of course. Japan ?. Why not. Nigeria ?. Hello. California ?. Welcome. Haiti ?. Big up. Philadelphia ?. Greetings. Washington DC ?. Mi casa, su casa. People began running up to tell me their point of origin. I reluctantly drained the last drops of Prosecco from my fluted wine glass and though I was facing dehydration, sand paper throat and possible prolonged shout out dementia, I continued. Mexico. Germany. Philippines. Ireland. Atlantis. Camelot. Asgard. I think I mustve dreamt about it because I woke up this morning slightly depressed, mumbling, Barbados. I forgot Barbados Wherever our international Wonderkits&cats came from, the house was full of true Brooklynites :)
Posted on: Sat, 13 Sep 2014 15:06:06 +0000
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