At a Brooklyn dance club

...which is about the last place you'd expect to find me on a Friday night. In fact, it's maybe the second or third time I've been to a dance club since moving to NYC. I'd much rather go see a live band than listen to DJ'd house music, and since my version of dancing is basically standing with my arms folded across my chest while occasionally nodding my head up and down, it was no surprise that I spent the evening running around taking pictures of people.