Party like a Swede

Midsommar fest in my neighborhood, Andersonville.

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I’m a true Midwestern gal, because my instinct in starting this entry is to talk about how lovely the weather was. But dude, it was such great weather! It was like a freakin’ day in St. Thomas in February—blue skies, puffy clouds, sunshine and in the 80s.

Since I’ve come back from the cruise, I’ve been very protective of my base coat tan. I’ve never been much of a tanner—more of a burner. In fact, when people who know me see the tan—they are literally shocked and then amused at how bronze I am. It amuses me, too, and I’m trying to keep the tan rolling along. And on Saturday, at Midsommar fest, in a tank top and skirt, I got some more color. End of self-indulgent tanning paragraph.

Dori swung by and picked me up at my pad, then we met up with Margaret, John, Starks, Ross and the McGarry brothers. We ran into Colan, Sniffers, and several other lovely improv peeps.

Sniffers twirls with ROTC, an all-male Rifle twirling group. For some god-forsaken reason, I always miss their show by 5 minutes. I’ve tried to see them at Pride, or Market days, but I always get there just in time to see them packing up their big gay rifles and greet their adoring fans. Same thing happened on Saturday. Though for this one, I blame Sniffers who kept the show on the DL for some reason and didn’t tell me they were performing.

Later, we watched one of the Denny brothers perform greatest hits of Dave Matthews and then headed to Andersonville’s long-standing Simon’s for copious amounts of beverages.

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Thanks for Amy and Sean and Ross for assuring I got home safely and for letting me march and sing along the way.

Now the underdogs have overcome, hop hop. They got their funding and they had some fun.