Growing up my parents liked to throw big parties. Most of the time these involved costumes, which totally blows my theory that people who throw costume parties are good at making costumes. What’s that? Want to look like a horse? Just get under this old tablecloth and make click-click noises. Red riding hood you say? Here, hold this basket. Wear my puffy pink raincoat. And: ‘Yes, that hat I’ve sewn buttons on constitutes being dressed up’.
Unfortunately, this is something of a family trait. My older brother Mark led us around the neighbourhood trick or treating dressed as a vampire. If, by vampire you mean ‘boy in a duffel coat with a jar of jam smeared on his face’. My own low point involved a DIY ‘darth vader’ complete with a calculator stuck to my chest, which probably would have been fine had someone else not hired a darth vader costume from a costume shop. Boy was I pleased when their helmet fell off and landed in the Yarra River.
In any case, the parties always involved dancing. My mum can do the dosey doe for eight hours straight – the only time she has ever called in sick to work was when she sustained a sort of RSI/leg injury doing exactly that. My dad’s dance of choice in recent years has been the macarena, which I have seen him adapt to a variety of songs. Prosperity will also remember him for a well executed nutbush.
Anyway, they’re taking the show on the road and are rehearsing to become part of fringe festival flash mob Crowdplay. This week I tagged along and it was awesome, seriously good fun. Check it out here:
Organisers are looking to get 2,000 people to participate and are running dance rehearsals all over Melbourne. There's one on tomorrow at 1pm at RRR in Brunswick. Go and you can meet my folks. If you can get a group of ten people together, they'll even come to you (Crowdplay that is, not my parents, although they are very sociable).
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