Championship dancing usually takes place in a ballroom sprinkled with glitter and applause. Championship drinking usually happens at 2 a.m. in a sweaty apartment on a godforsaken couch lit by the deadening glare of late-night infomercials. When you merge them, they become the Drinking and Dancing Competition, which should in no way be confused with what you do holding a beer bopping around to club music. According to the Institute for Aesthletics — specifically its founder, artist Tom Russotti — Drinking and Dancing is an “aesthletic sport,” which, like Mega Soccer (dozens of players and balls) and Straitjacket Softball (the bases are people in straitjackets), is participatory art. Drinking and Dancing is the very best aesthletic sport, no question. The competition involves two drink-in-hand events: Open Floor, in which everybody dances to the same song; and Knockdown, in which pairs dance to their own special song; Fauxnique is one of the judges, so bullshitting on either the drinking or the dancing, or any intersections thereof, will not go unnoticed.
Fri., Nov. 13, 8 p.m., 2009
