Chicken Dance Redux

Back in November, I first wrote about the Chicken Dance which occurs every night in the North Ballroom of the Republican Palace/Embassy Annex at 2100. It's a sort of coda on the day's work where people throw things, indirectly, at each other for four minutes to the accompaniment of the "Chicken Dance" song.

My office section is infamous for the use of a crew-served weapon, a rubber sling, which can send objects hurtling at great speed across the ballroom. We have been counseled, on more than on occasion for its use. When this happens we lay low for a week and then bust it out. For a while, we were launching tennis balls which are just dense enough to make maximum use of the sling. We often aim for a balcony on the second floor that over looks the ballroom. The occupants of that office space have long since stopped complaining about the various objects that get thrown up there. As they say in real estate: it's all about location.

Being here now for eleven months, I've seen a lot of good and bad Chicken Dances. It's good when there is wide scale participation; lame when only a few people join in. Very recently, a co-worker handed me this photo of yours truly operating the sling last June. As I recall, it was a good Chicken Dance.