Rosh Chodesh group, and then there was a bit of debate, and our nascent group ended up going to The Blessed Beat at the Spitz, to see the Ghettoplotz crew (I saw crew ironically: a twentysomething bloke with a clipboard asked me and my crew to, er, "hang" while we were at the door. Now, as you all know, Jews wait impatiently, argue, demand, but hang they do not. But then, he's a guy who grew up in the generation who want to be Ali G.)
But anyway, they played a great set, with new visuals and an excellent vibe. I danced, took photos, saw people I hadn't seen in a while. Hey, it's a Jew Do, that's what you do.