Saw these guys on Thursday night, compliments of a lady in Tamecia’s church book group who apparently knows everyone worth knowing in Boston. We had wonderful circle seats, which we only managed to access at the end of the first intermission, because we were waiting outside for someone who never showed — and they’re wicked strict about seating you after the performance has started at the Wang Theater.

The odd thing was that there were so many folks who were late; there was a huge crowd of us standing behind the thick glass windows at the back of the theater, peering at the dancers through the valleys in between other people’s shoulders. The effect was rather interesting — a bit like witnessing an underwater fairy dance.

And tonight, dance of a different kind. No, not West Coast, either.