So the Resurrection Ball was everything I hoped it could be and more.
The spirits were good, and came from a tap with wooden handles in the shape of Celtic crosses. Cool? Oh yes.
I really didn’t know what to expect as far as the dancing goes. Dancing can be uncomfortable in a setting where one has no clue how to actually do it. I was pretty nervous seeing as how my date, Katie, goes swing dancing on a weekly basis, and I’m the one who was supposed to lead. Instead of having your standard annoying DJ who plays songs no one wants to hear, we had a band. A folk band.
When you dance to a folk band, you folk dance. With a caller. I submit to you that just as you can’t play a sad song on the banjo, you cannot folk dance to a caller’s directions and not laugh and have fun.
I should have bought a kilt in preparation for the night. I would have been the only one wearing my heritage on my sleeve (or… hips), but it would have been quite appropriate in the Celtic/Southern atmosphere. In all my maturity, I almost started a chant of “WALLACE! WALLACE! WALLACE!”
Ah… life!
I am exhausted, but incredibly glad that I have the memory of last night. ‘Twas an excellent night celebrating the fact that Jesus is alive.
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Speaking of kilts: when and where?
that sounds fun… i think you should’ve added a new category for this post: “taps shaped like religious symbols”
thats awesome and so much fun…I love dancing with a caller, and I love men who wear kilts.
can women wear kilts???