Defined by Wiki as “a group of people who assemble suddenly in a public, perform an unusual and seemingly pointless act for a brief time, then disperse, often for the purposes of entertainment, satire, and artistic expression” the mob (in my opinion) lives up to its reputation. It’s a super quirky activity that if nothing else, creates a space for participants to do something out of the ordinary. I’m an advocate for complete ridiculousness and fortuned from a healthy dose with the mob experience. I have next to no coordination (curse all those hours of tap and jazz as a child!), can’t remember a routine to save my life and bungrah like a drunk child.
Thankfully, my charming dance crime partner abstained from mocking me at rehearsal. He certainly didn’t bust-out laughing when I commonly pivoted the wrong way or lost my footing. He always arrived sober and with fresh smelling feet (essential criteria for such a serious dancer). He was swift, regimented and undeniable passionate about expressing himself through movement. Unrelated, but noteworthy, he also has a fascinating awareness of hotels, in particular the lobbies, in the downtown area. I indulged in a post-rehearsal tour - more than once. Delightful. I look forward to more dancing (and more tours).
When mob day finally came, after weeks of rehearsal, it sadly felt a bit too contrived. None the less, it was a total buzz and far from pointless.
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