Kelly and I like to seek out new dancing experiences. We've danced in historic venues like the Indy Roof Ballroom, the West Baden Springs Resort, and St. Louis' Casa Loma Ballroom. We've danced in new venues like Starlight Ballroom and the Atrium. We've danced at a casino, a retirement center, and an outdoor pavilion. We've danced at weddings, Halloween parties, and Flag Day celebrations. But we've never danced with ghost hunters – until this weekend.
This weekend we're going to a masquerade party hosted by the Indiana Paranormal Society and I'm jazzed. All my life I've been into this stuff. I blame my grandmother who subscribed to UFO Magazine. I used to find her copies and read them when we visited. They terrified the heck out of me and left me afraid to traverse the dark hallway that led to my bedroom. I practically could hear Bigfoot scratching at the window while I hid under the sheets…or maybe it was a gray come to abduct me? Regardless, growing up I spent a great amount of time in dire need of Gary Larson's monster-proof snorkel.
Well, this weekend we're heading for Danville, IN to attend the Indiana Paranormal Convention but not in pursuit of the X-Files' truth. We're going to dance. The convention has a masquerade party that ought to be a blast. Hey a cash bar, silent auction, the promise of 'celebrities', and the potential of seeing Bigfoot doing the Carolina Shag? Sign me up, man! This definitely will be a photo-worthy event to say the least. Maybe we'll get there early enough to browse the convention itself, who knows? Anyway I promise to report in full!
This weekend we're going to a masquerade party hosted by the Indiana Paranormal Society and I'm jazzed. All my life I've been into this stuff. I blame my grandmother who subscribed to UFO Magazine. I used to find her copies and read them when we visited. They terrified the heck out of me and left me afraid to traverse the dark hallway that led to my bedroom. I practically could hear Bigfoot scratching at the window while I hid under the sheets…or maybe it was a gray come to abduct me? Regardless, growing up I spent a great amount of time in dire need of Gary Larson's monster-proof snorkel.
Well, this weekend we're heading for Danville, IN to attend the Indiana Paranormal Convention but not in pursuit of the X-Files' truth. We're going to dance. The convention has a masquerade party that ought to be a blast. Hey a cash bar, silent auction, the promise of 'celebrities', and the potential of seeing Bigfoot doing the Carolina Shag? Sign me up, man! This definitely will be a photo-worthy event to say the least. Maybe we'll get there early enough to browse the convention itself, who knows? Anyway I promise to report in full!
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