The String of Pearls is a local dance troop of so-called elderly ladies. Now, as far as I could tell, there was really only one elderly in the group, and they stuck her way in the back on the right. As you can see, she wasn't exactly as mobile as the others. If you ask me, she was pretty careless: she didn't put herself into the moves like the others did, and frankly, she did a lot of mistakes. She often got lost in the dance, you could see the confusion in her face. "Why am I here? What's happening?" She was just a little cloudy is all. And I could tell the other women in the Pearls thought the same thing. They wouldn't exactly give her looks, but they pretty much pretended she didn't exist. Between each number (yes, each and every) they did a costume change:
and after a particularly bad spell, where poor Ethel (at least that's what I like to call her) lost her sense of direction and nearly tapped off the stage, they wouldn't let her appear in the next number (proof in the above cowgirl photo).
Watching The String of Pearls was one of those life moments when you learn what it means to keep a sense of composure. Aaron and I were falling out of our seats, shaking, with tears in our eyes trying not to laugh. However, the hardest part by far was the entertainment that came out between String of Pearls numbers:
Now. I want you to take note of the teal-bedecked elderly about to attack him. She had moves that put Ethel to shame.
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