The National Square Dance Convention in Shreveport, Louisiana is basically what happens when organized chaos gets a schedule and 1,000s of people agree to just go with it.
We danced, we drifted, we got pulled into sets we didn’t plan on, and somehow ended up exactly where we needed to be anyway. Jason handled his first Nationals surprisingly well and Rosie handled her third Nationals equally well.
Somewhere in the middle of all that movement, we got a photo with Becky and (half of) Fred, which feels weirdly appropriate – like the universe only had time to load 75% of the frame before the next tip started.
The National Square Dance Convention did what it always does: turned strangers into sets, sets into stories, and stories into something you only half remember but fully enjoyed.
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