So last week one of our school-sponsored activities was a Renaissance Dinner with dancers and WILD BOAR. Legit wild boar to eat. It was pretty darn good to, kind of beef stew tasting. AP, you would have liked it. We all got fancy looking to eat in our desks from IKEA that have severely slanted tables.
The best part of the night was the dancing though. There were some professional Ren dancers that preformed for us in the main lobby. Their leader lady was suuuuuper cranky. Definitely had one of those “I used to be a prima ballerina and even though I run this 2-bit dance company now, you need to treat me like a queen” attitudes going on. Plus she had blue hair. I don’t know quite what to think about that.
After they cleared out, everyone stood awkwardly around the dance floor clearly wanting to dance, but too afraid to be the first ones out there. Then Mark asked Andrea if any of the dancers spoke English to which Andrea responds “Come with me” and dragged him over to the dancers and told one of them that Mark wanted to dance with her. So then we all crowded in on the dance floor to stare at Mark dancing with this Italian dancer who spoke no English like they were at the 8th grade dance. Hands on the shoulders, just moving from side to side.
After that we all got the courage up to go dance and did our best to fake Renaissance dance which just turned into us running around in a circle and yelling “Ohpah!” Apparently our Renaissance happened in Greece.
There is another group of students form Californian and Colorado at our school, but they were lame and left right after dinner (after they showed up late, really??) so the staff said that we were definitely more fun and made the event for them. Good work team.
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