I walked into The Junction tonight, hoping to having a regular night with just a drink or two, until I realize there is a group of 4 individuals opening up their bags, revealing pounds and pounds of fabric. It started off as simple coloured fabrics, but soon escalated into full out table clothes being thrown about wildly upon the dance floor like it was some sort of modern Maypole dance celebrating the spring nature birth of some wood goddess. For some reason, I feel like this is not appropriate for a bar. One of the mentioned flag bearers was wearing a full-out Sunday skirt. I have no problem with men wearing what they want. Go for it. But this guy was literally spinning on the floor like it was So You Think You Can Dance Romania, throwing up Gypsy signs like they were searching for stolen babies. Let me tell you, this was something I've never experienced.
I love seeing people enjoying themselves out, and experiencing new things, but they literally took up the entire dance floor, as if it was a Festival of Celebration for Coloured Fabrics. I have never seen so many swaying fabrics. It reminded me of being trapped in some sort of Moulin Rouge/Art house/Fanny's Fabric artistic demonstration, and afterwards, I was ready to start quilting. If this was their goal, then kudos to them, because I was ready to take out my needles and start working like a Ukrainian Babooshka. All I needed was some glass beads and a sense of regret and self-deprecation.
Maybe I should take a page out of their books and learn to embrace the art of flag-dancing.
No, you are right. We should just remark and keep afar.
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