Gonna wash that foam right outta…
Straight from the Who-the-Heck-Thought-of-This-and-More-Importantly-Why? files we have Foam Dancing – a groovy craze which originated in Spain.
A throwback to the days when those wacky Romans indulged in the odd before-dinner orgy, a foam party involves lining a nightclub dance floor with something akin to rubber pool toys, and dumping ten thousand tons of frothy suds on scantily clad patrons, who I might add, pay for the privilege and sign I-will-not-sue-you-if-I-slip-and-die forms.
Club owners from Houston to Detroit are taking their establishments, throw a plastic wall on the floor and using a modified artificial snow machine, blow foamy bubbles all over the place.
Club Amnesia – an incredibly trendy bar in Miami Beach Florida – was one of the first North American clubs to offer “Foam Nights”. One such evening (it was a Thursday) was detailed by a party go-er, “Within minutes, they were up to their waists in a sea of bubbles groping each other.” Gives new meaning to laundry day doesn’t it?
But, foam dancing is not all fun and games because as we all know, a direct result of doing anything that feels good is death… or something like that.
It seems that when this whole soapy trend was just taking off, some young lads in Houston, Texas sustained some rather serious injuries after an evening of dancing in several feet of foam.
According to the doctors who treated them, the men had various degrees of keratoconjunctivitis (eye injuries of a serious nature).
