One summer, while my aunt was visiting, my mom was on the hunt for a steamer trunk. No antique or junk store would be left unexplored! We stopped in at Johnson’s Museum (which leans heavily on the junk-side) and Mom found the best-ever, must-have trunk. So her loving sister inquired as to its cost. My auntie is a tiny person. And from this tiny person came a voice that was heard throughout the county: “300 dollars?!” We promptly left. Sans trunk.
After my show, and after the requisite number of you-were-lovely’s, my aunt tells me that she was surprised to see there was such a thing as “butch” dance. I have no idea what she’s talking about. “Butch dance. Butch dance! It says over there…” and she points to the wall where all the performers' bios are posted. And I clue in.
“No, Mik, butoh. It’s a Japanese-style of dance.”
“What? I’m sure it says butch.”
And she marches over to the opposite side of the lobby to check it out. And in her best 300 dollars?! Voice, “It says butch dance right here! Butch!! Oh wait, that is an ‘o.’ Never mind.”
5 comments:
That pos trunk cost $900.00!!!!! Must have been a poached relic from the Titanic. Good thing I was only using a $300 voice in the dance studio lobby. Maybe the acoustics were good?!
Tiny Auntie xo
Very amusing :)
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