THE WOODS Or at least heres the view from the dance floor.

  • Timothy Rysdyke
  • THE WOODS Or at least here’s the view from the dance floor.

When I visited the Woods on a Thursday night, DJ Nark was in a tree house–like booth up among the enormous exposed rafters playing the assortment of disco songs that make me love Nark. The crowd was sparse but dancing enthusiastically. I regretted the $4 tall can of Tecate I bought the moment I saw someone served a mason jar of whiskey. My disapproval of $4 tall cans would make me feel like an old man complaining that candy used to cost a nickel if I wasn’t convinced Tecate is pretend beer that children made out of puddle water whose only cost should be buttons and pinecones.

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