06.24.05

Hot-damn and YEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-haw!

It's the 54th annual square dancing convention (all trails lead to Oregon--is the tagline on the posters) and we're awash in a sea of enormous crinolines, string ties, and have a surfeit of fake twanginess. Believe me, you haven't lived until you've seen the ice rink at Lloyd Center Mall de-iced and filled with square dancers.

Oy.

There was a couple on the ice rink/dance floor dressed in white. Very, uhm, virginal. *laugh* However, the woman's crinoline was a pastel rainbow that flourished with every switch of her hips.

They're wandering around loose near the convention center as well. The ladies take to heart "The higher the hair, the closer to god" ethos. I saw one couple, pink shirts, black slacks on the guy and a black satin, tiered skirt with pink crinolines on the woman. She was tiny, but her puffed up hair added a good half a foot to her height.

It's astonishing. I'm avoiding Lloyd Center with all my being this weekend. Not because I'm anti-square dance, oh no, it's just that a convention has the power to turn a reasonably intelligent person into a drooling twit incapable of crossing streets with any degree of safety.

Or I'm being a bitch. La, la, la.

Go. Be fabulous.

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