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Show 13 The campground smelled like watermelon and hamburgers. Some of the Relief Society members were there ahead of us and had set up tables with food ready to eat. There was a large stereo in the comer of the cleared-out pavilion so I knew this was the night of the hoedown. After we ate, they had us drag the tables out of the building and someone • pressed play. Some fiddle music filled the area. They told us to pick a partner. Since she was in my family, and Brad had already tuned out of this event so I was closest, I was able to pick Jill first. I had sweaty hands and told her I didn't know how to dance. I was glad and surprised that the first song we danced to was slow. It was just a violin and it would have been depressing except that I was able to put my hand on Jill's hip. At stake dances they would insert a Bible, but not a quad, between dancers if the adequate modesty space was encroached upon, but out here no one seemed to have that job. Dancing was okay until they tried to organize a complicated dance involving the switching of partners and occasional clapping along in rhythm. At one point they directed us to raise our arms to form a tent that two people could ran under at a time. After that, we had to switch partners by locking elbows and spinning around. After a few spins I was lost. Jill was somewhere else so I went and sat by the fire with Brad. He had wandered over there after they wouldn't let him choose the music. We saw a salamander moving just outside the flame. |