In America it's apparently common for bars and clubs to be kind of the same thing - the bar also has a dancing area. The town goes mad with life. It's incredible. Wild young vibe. All you need in any place at all is young people.
Gosh, we had the best time. Some hilarious moments. Eden, S13. Unfortunately when we finally got into the mood to get up and bop around to the beat, the music stopped because it was 2am. (It's really safe in Iowa City, so being out at night wasn't a problem.) We got really bummed about it so we continued to roam the streets downtown to see if there were any other places open. The kids were still all over the place, just sitting around and talking, but gradually it started to fizzle out, and by 2.30 it was pretty empty. Bummer. We should have left the house earlier.
Things I loved about Iowa City?
- The bar-hopping was definitely fun. And so cheap. Wouldn't be able to do that in Singapore.
- Writing alongside hilarious retired white women. (Hamid and I were probably the only people from outside North America, and on the first week, we were 2 of the 3 people who weren't working or retired.)
- Friday evening public concerts, and the whole town being there, and families dancing along.
|Our Week 1 prof, Hugh Ferrer|
- Murals and sidewalk prose.
- Farmer's Market on Saturdays, with live music and kids chalking up the sidewalk and art classes.
- The art & music festival the weekend we arrived, and the gay pride the weekend we left.
- All the adorably-painted benches and Herky statues and public pianos.
- The Hemleyyyyyssssssss, and Scamper the absolutely affectionate cat.
- Our visit to their friend's place - they have a friggin' farm.