The two Sisters at my elementary school who were in charge of talent shows and such, Sister Rosa-Sine-Spina and Sister Double-Major (they were in the same Novitiate class the year that a Novice Mistress who obviously had "issues" picked out the names) told me not to sing and not to even think about trying to join in the ethnic dances (I'll let the particular ethnic group stay anonymous, but these nuns were from the South Side of Chicago, like Saul Alinksy, if that gives you a clue).
So I guess I've always been jealous of people who really can dance. That's one of the reasons I had some fun on here a while back with the Tap Dancing Seminarians of the Pontifical North American Dance Academy:
But someone sent me this new Dancing
I watched it. Every painful minute.
The only other place I've ever seen similar "showmanship" (other words come to mind) was in that funny little town at the tip of Cape Cod where people seem to have a very bizarre devotion to the Patriarch Noah, judging from all the rainbow flags.
And where lots of the women turn out to be men, and lots of men . . . well . . .
Reynaldo and his buddies dance just like that and they always hit that funny little town in the summer. I tagged along once, alright maybe twice. Good thing I brought my sunglasses. Saw enough seminary classmates there to have a reunion. And an auxiliary bishop from far away from there seemed to have a lot of free time on his hands that summer.