What a night! Loud music, unscrupulous dancing and no food.
Believe it or not, this was a fund-raiser for disabled folks without wheelchairs. Stef told me about this little block party; she helped set up/take pictures.
My real purpose for going was to reclaim my wallet from a Julie. I left my wallet and phone in her purse when we climbed down the river bank to play in the water.
Jojo was bored at home so I invited her to go with me on this reclamation mission. Had I known she was so opposed to dancing, I probably would have left her with Chen to play ping-pong. We did, however, end up having quite an adventure that I was very proud of her for going on with me.
On our search for Stefanie, we walked around the perimeter of the dancing area. Along the way, we ran into my old roommates Brian and Ben. They were at one of the entrances collecting donations for the cause. I asked if I could help. (I felt pretty confident in my soliciting skills after handing out thousands of bookmarks advertising the Poster Sale on BYU campus last week.) Here is the pitch I used: "Welcome to our ABSOLUTELY FREE event! Would you feel good about donating a couple of bucks to kids in wheelchairs?" Pretty manipulative, huh?
For people who were walking pretty fast or if I wasn't sure I they had been talked to yet I would say, "Have you Rocked the Block yet?" or "Are you having a good time?" and then shake the donation box in front of them. I ended up getting $15 in 5 minutes. Not bad.
We continued on our journey.
Once we got to the front where the music was blasting, what we should have done was turn around. What we did do was tromp straight through the hot, sweaty "Mosh Pit".
I swear, I had more dudes grinding up on me than I've every had in my life up to that point. Poor Jojo was only chest high to most of the "dancers" there. Not only did she successfully navigate her way through the crowd without suffocating, but she didn't loose her flip-flops or her purse! What a trooper.
By the time we made it out, Stef was long gone. Julie was only minutes away from the dance though. We waited it out on the side, trying to recover from the physically and emotionally trying experience we had both just endured. The minute Julie arrived we grabbed the wallet and got out of there.
All in all, I enjoyed my time "Rocking the Block".
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Listening to: Justin Nozuka - I'm In Peace
Believe it or not, this was a fund-raiser for disabled folks without wheelchairs. Stef told me about this little block party; she helped set up/take pictures.
My real purpose for going was to reclaim my wallet from a Julie. I left my wallet and phone in her purse when we climbed down the river bank to play in the water.
Jojo was bored at home so I invited her to go with me on this reclamation mission. Had I known she was so opposed to dancing, I probably would have left her with Chen to play ping-pong. We did, however, end up having quite an adventure that I was very proud of her for going on with me.
On our search for Stefanie, we walked around the perimeter of the dancing area. Along the way, we ran into my old roommates Brian and Ben. They were at one of the entrances collecting donations for the cause. I asked if I could help. (I felt pretty confident in my soliciting skills after handing out thousands of bookmarks advertising the Poster Sale on BYU campus last week.) Here is the pitch I used: "Welcome to our ABSOLUTELY FREE event! Would you feel good about donating a couple of bucks to kids in wheelchairs?" Pretty manipulative, huh?
For people who were walking pretty fast or if I wasn't sure I they had been talked to yet I would say, "Have you Rocked the Block yet?" or "Are you having a good time?" and then shake the donation box in front of them. I ended up getting $15 in 5 minutes. Not bad.
We continued on our journey.
Once we got to the front where the music was blasting, what we should have done was turn around. What we did do was tromp straight through the hot, sweaty "Mosh Pit".
I swear, I had more dudes grinding up on me than I've every had in my life up to that point. Poor Jojo was only chest high to most of the "dancers" there. Not only did she successfully navigate her way through the crowd without suffocating, but she didn't loose her flip-flops or her purse! What a trooper.
By the time we made it out, Stef was long gone. Julie was only minutes away from the dance though. We waited it out on the side, trying to recover from the physically and emotionally trying experience we had both just endured. The minute Julie arrived we grabbed the wallet and got out of there.
All in all, I enjoyed my time "Rocking the Block".
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Listening to: Justin Nozuka - I'm In Peace
I had enough of all that dancing business. Way too intense for me. I peaced out about 10:30pm.
ReplyDeleteDid you get some good pictures though Stef? Bry, where was this block party held? Sorry about the grinding, good job on the money collection though!
ReplyDelete$15 in five minute not bad.
ReplyDeleteWas that awkward bringing JoJo to reclaim your wallet from Julie?
Glad you survived.
Jojo really is a good sport! She must really like you. I am very uncomfortable in situations like that as well. I can 't believe they go for all that grinding down there-yuck!
ReplyDeleteYou are an AWESOME salesman! I would give money to you with that kind of friendly confidence and pitch!
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