First thing to remember: I am using the POINT AND SHOOT. These first shots are blurry, not because of the camera, but because I was actually trying to dance and shoot at the same time. Second thing to remember: I shoot constantly.
There is this wonderful Dixieland band that wanders Disney (look at these guys – when they started doing this gig, they were in diapers – so they know their business). We caught up to them at New Orleans Square, and they were just firing up to do “Paper Moon.”
Let me explain that I am always the kibitzer in situations like this: I give the band a hard time – but they return the favor in spaces. So we always have a good time with them. Now, as I said, they started up this number, which is one Chaz and I know (yeah – we know all the old songs). Only SHE actually remembers all the words to everything. So we’re both singing, but she’s actually making sense.
This prompts the band to toss Marde Gras beads to her – which in this context is a demonstration of artistic admiration (while at actual marde Gras – if Monk can be trusted – the bestowing of beads is rather an indication of the expunging of a girl’s character). So she’s wearing green beads, and they throw me gold ones (I WAS sort of singing), and then they pull her up on the “stage” to sing with them.
Tons ‘o fun. And the band is having a good time.
Go, songbird, GO!!
But when her job is over, they keep playing, and it’s dance time.
Murphy may not know what he’s doing, but he does it with panache.
I am shooting like a wild woman – and here come Lorri and Scooter to join the party. Let me point out here that nobody else was dancing. There was a whole crowd of people gathered around the band, but there was NO movement among them. Americans are THE MOST BORING PEOPLE IN THE WORLD.
No, wait. The English may be in competition here. And the French. Brooms up the back in public, what?
I was going to say, little white Americans are the boring ones – but I’d probably be more accurate saying, Americans of European descent. But then, there were plenty of not-exactly or even close to white faces in that stodgy crowd. Maybe I need to say, NORMAL GROWN UPS are the most boring. Anyway. We have no claim to normal. We sing. And we dance. No dignity at ALL.
Joy instead.
Then somebody else came bouncing out of the crowd and they actually KNEW something about dancing. Not the front two. The ones in the back. But then the song was over. So we went to find lunch.
We have always felt that the best deal in the park is at the Zocolo over by Thunder Mountain, so here we are.
As you can see from Murphy’s after-eating face, the food was pretty good. I have NO idea what Chaz is seeing on her phone – (actually, last time we were there, that’s when she got the call that made her a science teacher – which was a GOOD thing).
After lunch, we had some walking lessons.
In the end, good time had by all.
Isn’t this a cool plant? They just have these cool plants all over that place.
to be continued again –
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