Sore Knees and Double Jointedness

The Great Plotnik played several hours of basketball yesterday morning with his old buddies. He hadn't played in several weeks, but it was just one of those mornings -- warm, the joints feel good, there aren't too many guys -- and Plotnik was hot. It's always a good sign when the first shot you take goes into the basket. The rest seem to follow that first one.

But when he got home he was exhausted. So last night, when he and Ducknik joined their friend Nguyen Lopez Michael Jackson O'Brien and friends for dinner at Pluto's in the Marina and then walked over to a performance of the 2009 Eleventh Annual San Francisco Hip Hop Dance Fest, Plot's feet were already a little sore.

Not so after watching double jointed dancers from around the world. He felt like dancing. Slowly.

It was a great show. 'Hip Hop' doesn't seem to mean anything anymore other than a constant beat and an attitude. The performers who were the most fun to watch last night smiled a lot, while many of the others adopted that hard angry scowl the rest of us associate with felons and skateboarders. But it's just an attitude. We all had an attitude when we were younger.

We still do. It's: "BOY do my knees hurt. Pass the Advil."

You can read the San Francisco Theater Blog Review of "The 2009 Eleventh Annual San Francisco Hip Hop Dance Fest" here.