|This picture is irrelevant. But it's funny.|
There was a boombox powered by an mp3 player. There was a lot of fluorescent spandex. There were wigs. Hats. Weird sunglasses. Once even a pretty good impersonation of the Careless Whisper Saxophone Guy. In a frozen yogurt place. Awkward. And a lot of electrofunk. We'd just wander around the most populated part of Provo south of campus and see if we could get people to dance with us, or just let us into their apartments to give them a little pep.
Most people hated it. Usually all the guys we came across. Party poopers.
I'm sure it was really annoying. I probably only loved it because I was with my friends and dancing around and hoping that no one I knew would see me. And it was good exercise?
But really...it was probably dumb. We had dirty diapers thrown at us. Sketchy girls would proclaim their desire to marry and/or have the babies of certain guys in our group. And grumpy people would tell us to shut up, go home, get out of their apartment (but your roommate said...), yada yada yada. At the time though, I could not think of a better way to have fun.
What's the point of this? No idea. I guess I have this unquenchable curiosity now...were we the only ones? I know my neighborhood was crazy, but there has to be others out there that did things as a single or college-age or whatever type of person that were ridiculous...?
Somewhere there is a picture of me wearing leather pants for this thing. I can't find it. Instead, a gif that makes me laugh: