They were bustin' some moves, for sure. I told one of the young ladies after the performance that I understood that in addition to the hour they just gave us, they had practiced for three hours that afternoon. "Yes."
"Ah, youth!" I said. "I may have enough energy left to walk to my car, and all I did was watch."
Well, I could have told her, "You don't know what you got 'til its gone." But that's not very original.
Monday afternoon we did the Exhibition Hall. Lots of work represented in the displays of crafts and arts. Very much worth the time spent there.
The title says, "White horses do not exist." The "not" in bold, clear blue letters, looking just like all the other letters. But when I snapped the picture, the "not" disappeared. I took a second picture. Same result. Weird.
Anyway, the presentation was well-done and very interesting.
A day in which one doesn't learn something is a wasted day.