Two Blondes and a Redhead

What happens when you mix two blondes with one redhead? Trouble. A whole lot of trouble. Follow us as we stumble into urban adventure after urban adventure, and read our tireless rants about all that is ridiculous and oddly fascinating (if only to us) in the world.

October 02, 2006

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Amazing break-dancers busting a move Sunday at the DC Hip-Hop break-dancing championship. Who knew DC was so fly?

Seriously though, I have never witnessed such a contagious cultural phenomenon as what was going on in the school yard at Marie Reed Elementary School on Sunday. We (anne & I) went down 18th street looking for good jewelry and maybe a few gifts...3 hours later, I was "oh no"ing and bopping my head to the beats while watching some of the most talented and eclectc people show their stuff at the hip-hop festivals break dancing competetion.

And yes, we were totally out of our league- the two little white girls psyched for a sunny day and crafts venturing into the domain of city hip hop culture, but honestly...I have never seen a more diverse and engaged crowd at any event (be it protest, street fair, bar, whatever) than the mass of people (we're talking thousands) surrounding the make-shift stage to watch these kids get down.

...and when I say get down, I mean it in a very literal sense. As the Emcee pointed out to us, they were literally "tearing up their flesh to show you what's up." This was the concrete schoolyard Jurassic 5 sang about...and it was incredible to watch. Each pair of dancers squared off against another pair in a 4 minute battle that was as friendly as it was fresh. Listen to me, after a day of watching break-dancing I'm peppering my entries with words like "fresh" and "fly.." who knew I was signing up for a lesson on street cred?!


All I know is...I want to put on my white flat brimmed hat, throw on some camo shorts (ok, so i'll have to go buy something camo, but I do have a pretty cool hat) and take to the streets to learn how its done...or at least find out where these kids hang out on a daily basis. I'm obsessed. I want a hip hop boyfriend, and I want one now. I want to be best friends with the little asian guy in the "I'm a keeper" t-shirt who was more fly than a fly-girl. I want to kick-it with the girls up there spinning on their heads and making elbow pads look hot...but most of all, I want a really rad pair of sneakers.


1 Comments:

Blogger Tammy said...

Am new to this whole blog thing but so far am enjoying reading yours. Lookin' forward to next installment.

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