hoop love, eh?
Ever since I picked up a hoop, I’ve learned again and again how important it is in the hoop culture to “share the hoop love”. It’s all catch-phrasy and stuff. I think I’ve done my part - sharing hooping with people I worked with, sharing it with family, having a hooping birthday for my daughter, making eleventy billion new hoops and pretending I’m going to give them to people even though I’m secretly coveting them for myself. Oops. Ignore that last part.
But I have discovered that there are no limits to the kind of hoop love you can share with the world! When the power went out last night at a crowded house party, and lasted for more than an hour, my LED hoop became enlisted as the bathroom light for those who could not wait for the lights to come back on, if you know what I mean. The blue-green glow of the LED lights were like a beacon of hope in an otherwise very dark party. Now, I should have been filled with joy at the opportunity to use my love of hooping to help others, but instead all I could think of was those statistics you read about how many people wash their hands when they use the bathroom and folks - I DO NOT LIKE THOSE ODDS.
I learned two things last night. One, parties during blackouts are a blast. Excellent socialization by candlelight! Two, you never know when you are going to find yourself wishing that you carried a bottle of disinfectant spray in your purse, so that you can spray down your hula hoop before you take it home.