last night I joined the throngs at Vermillion High School to watch the grand march. What is a grand march? you may ask if you were not brought up in South Dakota or the surrounding region. I should start by saying that last night was the Vermillion prom and the grand march is exactly the kind of event that mortifies me to think about: every prom attendee goes across the stage with their escort while their friends, family and assorted others clap endlessly. if nothing else, it was an interesting way to check out high school fashion style (bright and sometimes slightly inappropriate). also, we got to check out the prom scene in the high school (caribbean nights themed) which is always a thrill.
after prom we headed to Gayville to listen to a bluegrass band at Gayville Hall. we were the youngest people in the audience by at least two decades (at least!), but it was a fun show nonetheless. Gayville Hall used to be a country store and has lots of old kitchy signs and interesting paintings. it felt very old school south dakota, like everyone was headed back to the farm after their night in town.
unlike everyone else, we went out again after the show. to my friends house in Gayville where we played settlers (of catan- for the uninitiated), played with their kitties, looked at pencil sharpeners and learned how to skateboard. all while drinking a delicious bloody mary. if only earth day wasn't rainy and unpleasant, this would have been a perfect weekend.
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The nice thing about Grand March is that it's completely un-required. The mortified don't have to participate:)
good point. maybe i'm just surprised that so many students are ballsy enough to go for it.
Really? It's not required? I think everyone had to do it at my school.
When I went with The Boy I Was in Love With, we were both Ukrainian dancers at the time, and all the moms at Grand March were like, "I can't wait to see you two dance!"
We rocked their worlds. Maybe.
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