No chicken dance! Also, no hora despite the many greeks in attendance. We did however do a conga line to The Clash's "Rock the Casbah" and that was very fun.
Hec, the next time you talk to her, could you please let her know that I adore her work and am goggle-eyed with envy that you know her well enough to make video compilations for her?
Oh Jilli, I don't know her personally. I'm just going to send it to her as a fan. I did meet her at A.P.E. three years ago and she was very pleasant and entertained to hear that (then 5 y.o.) Emmett was a huge fan. (Which he was.) Also, I got a really cool set of pins with the Blue Monday characters on them. One of which is holding the back of JZ's jacket tight. At that same A.P.E. I got Ariel Schrag to sign two of her collections which I sent to Lizard. Also, that's when Kim and I got together and conceived Lost in the Grooves. 'Twas a momentous A.P.E. for me. It was at the next A.P.E. however that I got a Strangers in Paradise drawing for Kat.
No chicken dance. The midwest will just have to be scandalized by our doubtfully-married state.
A cat in a coat, what's up with that?
Many hairless cats wear sweaters....
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I've only been to two WI weddings (three if I count my own) and one MI wedding. No chicken dance at any of them.
I've only seen it done on a boat on the Potomac River. Never in WI.
Erm, we had "Sunrise, Sunset" as our father-daughter mother-son dance.
No chicken dance, no macarena. We did the hora, complete with chair lifting and people entertaining us.(If you saw the wedding pictures I mentioned, that's when the juggling by the guy with the bottle on his head
occurred)
Of course, we did kinda go full metal on the wedding...
I'm certain I could put a sweater on Ruby, and more certain that she would be miserable and desperately try to get it off and hate me forever.
My local video store had DVDs on sale, buy two get one free. I got the special edition Silence of the Lambs, 28 Days Later, and Before Sunset. I love frivoulous purchases.
Hec, isn't the Hora the Jewish dance? Am I twisting my Horas and Hava Nagilas? Help. I need posters of other ethnicities, now.
A WASP, a Jew, and a Greek walk into a bar...
isn't the Hora the Jewish dance? Am I twisting my Horas and Hava Nagilas?
The Hora is a Jewish dance. (Well, I think that, if you want to be really technical about it, it's an Israeli dance.) The song it's usually danced to is Hava Nagila.
t edit: although, now that I've done a bit of googling, it looks like the Hora is also the name of an ancient Greek dance that's still danced in Romania
t edit again: and a bit more googling tells me that the Israeli hora was influenced by dances brought by Romanian Jews, who were probably influenced by the Romanian hora, which was probably based on that Greek hora.
The Hora is a Jewish dance. (Well, I think that, if you want to be really technical about it, it's an Israeli dance.) The song it's usually danced to is Hava Nagila.
Thanks, Hil.
Erm, we had "Sunrise, Sunset" as our father-daughter mother-son dance.
Yeah, we might have had it sung in the church. I'll have to ask my mother (because if we did, we did it for her benefit). I know we had Noel Paul Stookey's
The Wedding Song (There Is Love)
sung. We couldn't afford a band, so we had a DJ at the reception. We danced our first dance to Stevie Wonder's
Overjoyed.
You may all proceed to gag as I tell you that my father and I danced to
Daddy's Little Girl,
but we did, and so there, also neener. I can't remember what song Scott & his mom danced to.
Scott had all sorts of rules when we sat down to plan the music with the DJ. No
Celebration,
no
Chicken Dance,
no
YMCA,
etc. The DJ talked him down to a slightly softer stance, because he said even though those songs were eye-roll worthy, people still *do* enjoy them, which is precisely why we hear them enough to get sick of them. Scott refused, however, to compromise on
Old Time Rock and Roll,
and I er...stood by my man, even though I really didn't care what else played, as long as the songs we did want were played, and as long as people were having fun, and the music wasn't so ear bleedingly loud that people couldn't talk (particularly the older relatives who'd be quick to let us know if it was too damned loud).
