November 12, 2010 – BBQ Breakdancing

I forgot my camera.   Words will have to do.

We took what we thought was a weird chance tonight with the kids and some good friends.

We took a bizarre chance and drove into the country and went to a little backwoods bbq of sorts.   We were certainly hesitant.  There was minimal advertisement.  Go out of town, look close for a field on the left.  You’ll know you’re there when you see the handwritten cardboard sign indicating the impending festivities.  It may take a few times going back and forth.   It’s a small piece of cardboard.

We weren’t sure and certainly had a “Plan B”… dinner at our favorite Asian restaurant.   Candlelit tables and yummy fresh veggies sautéed just right.   Sushi rolls and curry pot stickers waiting for us on the other side of town.

I started to wonder as we drove into the cold night searching for our cardboard sign, tired and weary kids in the back, what we were thinking and then my mind wandered to if the wait at our restaurant would be long by the time we turned around and made it back downtown.

And then we got there.   And it wasn’t too cold after all.  We ate- there were 8 of us and our total was $20.00!  Delicious, homemade, country food, different choices at each spot in the lot.  We sampled food in the grass while the kids ran around laughing.   There was a band playing country music and classic rock under a tent.  Our kids took up the entire dance floor, which was grass of course… and the band took notice and switched it up to The Monkees, “I’m a Believer”… not because of the Monkees but because of our kids dancing in the grass in front.   “I’m a Believer” is also the Shrek theme song and the kids went wild!  Song after song, they’d hand us their bbq and then they breakdanced their little baby booties off under the moonlight while we smiled and watched and sometimes joined in.

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I forgot my camera.  I wasn’t anticipating such fun.  I was probably too busy thinking about my pot stickers and Plan B.
But while I was thinking and prepping so much for plan B, Plan A turned out to be the best weird chance we’d taken in a while.

I am so grateful for our friends, who love to take these odd chances with us and for family who is willing to just check things out and make fun in bizarre moments.   Who’d have thought breakdancing in the moonlight at a bbq festival would have been such fun on a Friday n ight?   We all left with full tummies, happy hearts and beautiful memories.

~K