Saturday

The night of nights!  The pinnacle of annual cowtowning and jamboramming, this year with Meschiya Lake and dem Little Big Horns.  (Links to a street performance in New Orleans.  Grainy, street noises, unpolished – JUST HOW I LIKES EM.)

Saw Meschiya Lake when she was performing with the Loose Marbles at Ultimate Lindy Hop Showdown 2007 and have been inspired by her since then.  She’s just a raw badass and I love what she does with music.  Also a sousaphone and a peanut butter sandwich is all I need to be happy forever, I think.

I am plain knackered from this weekend! Not used to this kind of athleticism and neglect of well-being.  :)

Suffice it to say, last night at the Eagles’ Club, the Omaha Jitterbugs did not disappoint, delivering another amazing night of dancing, camaraderie, sweet vintage clothes for my husband (who looks smashing!), and true blue New Orleans jass sound.

But the party don’t stop until you’ve had tacos, danced among art cars and razor angel sculptures, over a perilously improvised floor.  Late night at Studio 906 is quickly becoming an incongruous hallmark of the Jamborama, frightfully off theme, but absolutely perfect anyway so like whatever man, that’s just, like, your opinion man.

Knackered!

I fear I might have slept through today’s Corn Eating Contest.  It’s art of the grotesque (and quaint Midwestern caricature the out-of-towners so love).  Tonight, more music and dancing by Kansas City’s Grand Marquis at sweet home Eagles’ 38.

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