In previous posts I have discussed the quaint weekend activities that take place here on the islands, Christmas tree bonfires, golf tournaments on ice skates, and barn dances. When I first read about the barn dances in the newspaper it conjured up images of western wear including plaid shirts, wrangler jeans, and of course cowboy boots. All worn by amiable folks boot scooting the night away in a bright red barn hung with twinkling lights and hay bales for seating.
My mother was so enamored at the thought of a charming night line dancing in a down home environment she pestered my Sunshine and I endlessly about attending one of the barn dances. "Come on Aim, just go it will be fun and then you can blog about." I heard time after time, that is until on a recent visit we drove her past the barn where the dances are held and then her reaction turned to "ewww".
That's right this is not some quaint plaid shirt wearing barn dance straight out of the set of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers this is a rough and tumble camouflage wearing ride up on your ATV shoo the animals out of the barn so we can get to drinkin kind of dance. This is a crush beer cans on your head grab the little woman who is covered in tattoos and sporting a mullet (I am not lying about this there are tons of mullets here. "I see mullets they don't know their mullets") kind of dance.
As we cruised through the country side my mom pointed out cute barn after cute barn that would have been an ideal setting for a barn dance complete with checked table clothes and homemade pies, but that is not the reality of barn dancin round here. So if you want a night of some rough and tumble entertainment grab your siscors shear yourself a mullet and ride off on your ATV to the biggest baddest barn dancin jamboree you've seen this side of the Mason Dixon.
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