Some memories that come back are funny and I now feel comfortable sharing them because I'm so far beyond those behaviors...most days. For example with memorial weekend approaching I'm reminded of...
... a local festival every Memorial weekend in my hometown. It was always kicked off by the Friday night street dance at the town hall. This is ironic on many levels because my tiny town literally banned dancing and was featured in some trashy tabloid when I was in 6th grade. Just like Footloose but our preachers never became more tolerant and Kevin Bacon would have had to do his flash dance moves in a coal mine instead of a mill. But you get the idea...
As a gal who had some moves I loooved the street dance and distinctly remember buying a glitter starburst rainbow halter top (good luck choosing which of those words is most horrifying) to wear one year.
I have no clear memories of what happened at the street dance aside from some grown men in cowboy boots and some high school girls who didn't mind to grind in front of the town.
Don't get me wrong I loved to grind but I was a bit young at the time and reserved those moves for the dark high school cafeteria homecoming dances where my aunts and uncles from out of town weren't enjoying a funnel cake nearby.
I'm not sure what the point of this was unless I've determined that this is now the space where I recount embarrassing memories but either way, it's good to embarrass yourself once I'm a while.
Oh how I wish my hardest decision was still which slutty top to buy from Goody's for the street dance.
Also at this festival was a ride called "Kick Booty for Jesus" ...I wish I was making this up.
I remember oh so clearly when some girl sprayed so much silly string in my hair that you and Holly had to help me pick it out. My shining moment in life thus far, no doubt.
ReplyDeleteHaha, Seth and I were just talking about the street dance and "Kick Booty for Jesus" a couple of days ago. Oh, the memories!! :P ~Gina
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