Originally, I felt like this location was the SECOND shadiest place I've ever gon to a juggling club.
But I don't know anymore. How about you decide
In Glasgow's defense, it was a very foreign city, a very dead end and a very dark night and a very creepy little building.
But now that I compare them, that Trapeze loft is damn creepy looking. At least from the outside. Inside, it wasn't bad for juggling. A bit small, but still nice. The ceiling was just about the right height (my triples = 13 feet, my quads = 15 feet). There were about 10 of us there juggling, including two of Viveca's students from her juggling class. When I walked in, David and Seth were working on passing. They seemed like they were very into their passing patterns. Dan and Lisa showed up and juggled for a while too. It was odd to see them, as I completely associate them with the Unicycle ride, not juggling. But then, I'm sure they felt the same way about me.
I worked on club juggling for 2 hours. It was OK. I kept on backing into the stage at one end of the room. I thought that the lights would be bad, but they actually were good. The heater was cycling on and off and when it was on, I felt like my brain was going to dry out.
I got tired after 2+ hours of juggling and begged to go eat, which we did after much wandering and meandering. Christine (?) from Chicago joined us. It was her first day in New York! Wow. I'm glad to have been there for that. We ended up eating at Peter's on Bedford. It was home cooked food, served from casserole dishes with slacker/hipster attitude.