Though I already blogged about my friends and I drunkenly running around the Venice boardwalk dressed as homesteaders on the Oregon Trail, I left out one of the funniest anecdotes.
Our costumes were awesome collectively, but when we split into smaller groups, without the covered wagon visual cue, strangers mistook us for cowboys, Pilgrims, and Mormons.
When Clare, Allison, and Jonelle wandered away to find a bathroom, they ran into a couple of men working security on a golf cart. In an area dominated by bathing suits and designer t-shirts, the men were confused by the ladies' outfits. They asked whether the girls were Amish, and, deciding to have some fun, the girls said that they were.
"What is this, your rumspringa?" one man asked. Rumspringa is the rite of passage in which Amish young adults go experience mainstream life before deciding whether to commit to the religious lifestyle permanently. Either the guy knew that Amish people don't normally frequent Southern California beaches or noticed that the gals were intoxicated and must be taking a break from their strict rules.
Again, the ladies played along with the rumspringa idea, prompting Allison to pretend that she was unfamiliar with golf carts, so they happily showed her how it worked and let her sit on it, before asking to take pictures with the girls. Amish people aren't supposed to pose for photographs, but I guess all bets are off on phony rumspringas.
What's most hilarious to me is that these guys were smart enough to be familiar with something as obscure as rumspringa, yet dumb enough to believe that drunk girls, one of whom is black, wearing cardboard bonnets and touting an I-phone were actually Amish. Regardless, I'm sure they'll get just as much pleasure telling their friends about the day they met Amish chicks on the beach as I get from telling this story about them.
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