Whoa! These women aren't follows...

Swing dancers are really broken. Coming off of an intense weekend, my warped perspective is hitting up against normal people's (?) reality (?).

The first sign was at the airport when the conversation of two fellow attendees and me recalling the events of the weekend (and those upcoming) drove others away from us at the terminal.

Changing planes now at the Atlanta airport on a Monday morning, I was absolutely amazed at the number of follows about! No, wait, those aren't follows, those are women normal women. Probably not interested in following. (Not interested in following!?! (But definitely potential follows, right?))

I've experienced this unwarp before, but it's still really odd each time. When all you've seen is follows for 3.5 days, the disinterest and unfamiliarity of most people with our passion is disorienting. I guess it's particularly weird after a weekend of Balboa, to think that most women would be greatly put off to think of a stranger standing right up against them in short order for three whole minutes. If you know what I'm talking about, you'll be nodding along with this text. If you're normal, you're going to have to think about whether this is crazy. (It's really odd being so keenly aware of the presence and structure of each woman's body and so completely oblivious to the presence of men. Focus!)

One of the DJs, Frankie Hagan, had mentioned after playing a polka or waltz, I forget which, (at a late night Bal dance), "Normal people are sleeping. Do you think they suppose that somewhere in America people are polkaing at 5 AM?" There was a general feeling that we were doing our part. Some of us were joking later about whether we nutso late night dancers were safeguarding this minority art form for the future or whether society rather had some protection in our sequestering.

All I can really envision at this moment is how phenomenal it will feel to hit the sack at the crack of noon.

Comments

[andrea]

lol@ crack of noon

<3 christian campbell