When I first heard the announcement about the annual Bush Dance at school, I really had no idea what to expect … Croc wrestling? Sheep shearing? Arcane Aboriginal rituals? An all-didgeridoo band? Turns out that it is just a country-western-type dance (like a contra or square or barn dance) … with frequent references to kangaroos and yes, the band did feature a digeradoo. And, there was the requisite Waltzing Matilda. It was quite fun. We all got into our bush / western duds (cowboy hats and such) and brought food and wine and wine and wine and there was hay strewn around the school yard and we watched our kids dance and danced with our kids and danced with each other. Zoe achieved her life dream of dancing with Fleetwood, the dreamiest grade five boy. The school raised a bunch of $$ for Bush Fire Appeal through the sale of tickets and donated sausages. I still have strains of “Emily the Emu” – one of the circles dances – running though my head: “Emily the Emu [repeat], possums too [repeat], wallabies and wombats [repeat], kangaroos [repeat].”
It took DAYS of angst-ridden debate to decide what to wear. The Laura Ingalls dress was ruled-out because it didn't match the purple sequin cowboy hat (Spotlight $6.99 thankyouverymuch).
Three grade-one girls on a hay bale, L, Kid & F.
Trying to look cool, sitting next to F, she appears to be ignoring him but was positively giddy.
Giddiness more apparent. (Notice the little prep boy either hanging on or climbing up the Japanese teacher ... WTF?)
Notice the wine in the camp chair cup holder ... and my half-mast eyes.
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