Okay, so here it is...the inaugural event. So Josh and I decided that we'd brave the crowds and go to Downtown Greenville for the Fourth of July festivities. We'd never been, having just moved here, and since we're single and fabulous (we're a single married couple) we figured that this must be what the fabulous Greenville people do, so we went. And yes, it was very fabulous, complete with trombone bands in courtyards, rock bands in store fronts, restaurants and shoppes open later than usual. We found it to be (for the most part) a very family friendly atmosphere. Lots of young families with strollers and little ones. No fights or drama or unnecessary tomfoolery. Main Street was packed, but overall a lovely scene. So we're shuffling up Main Street packed in a people pod, and we're stopped by a little girl, probably 8 or 9, holding a small, blue, plastic tub containing a little bit of cash. "Would you like to donate some money so that we can go to Vegas and dance?"
Excuse me?
Then about 50 feet down the sidewalk another little girl called out to the crowd, "Help us dance in Vegas!!!"
Okay, the practical person would figure out right away that they are on some sort of little girl dance team and they have a big competition or something out that direction. But, how funny is it to hear eight year olds in Greenville begging for strangers to help them make it to Vegas? I laughed all the way up Main Street.
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