The Cajun Strangers were playing at Harmony Bar last night. We first heard them they were the musical entertainment at the last indoor farmer’s market and sounded pretty good, so My Darling B and I went to see them at Harmony where we could sit down with a beer and listen to them without the distraction of all that marketing going on.

Or maybe even dance a little bit, too. There was a space cleared in the corner of the bar where the band was playing. Trouble was, it was maybe the size of a parking spot and about ten thousand people crammed themselves into it every time the band started to play, dancing like sugar-crazed kids.

But what the hell, we gave it a shot anyway, and quickly discovered that we didn’t know what to dance to Cajun music. After watching some of the people who were obviously regulars I tried to lead B through a few experimental steps and we met with a small measure of success, but we never quite managed to dance more than a few bars without bouncing off one of the other dancers or trampling on their feet. I’m not altogether certain they weren’t doing the same thing I was; I was too busy keeping track of where I was to watch them very closely.

Still, we had a good time anyway, dancing until they started clearing the tables and shooing people out the doors.