The phalanx of courdory jackets with the FFA conventions draw similar attention from the locals.
Dood. I had never seen the FFAers convene before (nor their jackets, which threw me for a loop), and then there was suddenly (seemingly) hundreds of them milling about downtown Minneapolis one April morning. All cleaned and pressed and looking massively out of place, hanging about the one building known as a hangout for a large part of the homeless population (IDS Center). Now that was a surreal morning. And afternoon.
When the Square Dance convention comes to Cincinnati, it's completely surreal. Gingham and ruffles EVERYWHERE.
When the Square Dance convention comes to Cincinnati, it's completely surreal. Gingham and ruffles EVERYWHERE.
My parents took me to a square dance convention in Canberra. It was part of our big trip to Australia and New Zealand. I'm still scarred. The blind dancers were cool, though.
How about the Flying Pig festivities? Or is that entirely local?
How about the Flying Pig festivities? Or is that entirely local?
Huh. Since I've always lived here in the city of the winged piggies, I have to admit that any festivities around the marathon probably don't even register on my weird-o-meter. I'm used to the odd traditions of my city.
My parents took me to a square dance convention in Canberra.
This is quite possibly the most surreal tale I've ever heard about my home town.
This is quite possibly the most surreal tale I've ever heard about my home town.
What about when I add the fact that we were housed in a monastery?
It was a surreal trip all together, even when filtered through eight-year-old eyes.
The blind dancers were cool, though
Anybody else remembering the old SNL sketch?
What about when I add the fact that we were housed in a monastery?
The Holy Order of the Promenading Jesus?
"Bow to your partner...bow to Your Lord and Savior...bow to the band..."
"Swing yer Messiah 'round and 'round, nail 'im to some boards and put him down..."
