baby, it’s cold outside…
It’s 47° outside right now. And equally chilly in my house. I’m bundled up in my sweats, one of Rob’s sweatshirts, and slippers. This is my chic Vermonter look. Sexy, eh? This is our fall…these chilly mornings followed by crisp sunny days that just take your breath away. It’s these mornings, though, that remind us to pay our heating oil bill, put a blanket in the car for soccer games, and stock up on hot chocolate. Brrrrrr….
So, I feel obligated to report on the dance. Oh my awkwardness. When we dropped Austin off @ the Seamans, we decided that Kathy & Rachael should just ride with us. As we pull up to the middle school, Hope & Rachael start laughing…."look! the 6th graders are in skirts and brought PURSES!!" Apparently, that is not cool. Hope’s 8th grade wisdom, and Rachael’s 7th grade wisdom put them in jeans & tank tops. Totally cute. Anyway, here’s a few random thoughts/questions from throughout the evening…
- Middle school guys are REALLY short….and as the adult, you have to try REALLY hard not to laugh when they are dancing with a normal-sized girl
- Did that girl just say that she pierced her belly button? In the bathroom? Where’s our bathroom chaperon???
- It’s still Hammer time?
- The term "dancing" actually means "jump up & down with an occasional pelvic thrust" – these kids watch far too much MTV
- Songs that lend themselves to slam dancing should be on the do-not-play list
- Yes, Hope’s Mom WILL walk right out onto the dance floor, through the crowd, and stop you from using that 6th grader for crowd surfing
- I know all the words to The Blackeyed Peas’ "My Hump" – which is really annoying
- "The boy’s bathroom is flooding" – again, where is that bathroom chaperon?
- Wearing flip flops to chaperon a dance will lead to constant fear that you are going to end the night with bloody toes (thankfully, my toes survived)
- I apparently have a mutant gene – all of the other parents were wincing b/c the music was so loud – it didn’t bother me one bit
- Kathy & I left the dance kid-less….after pleas of "can we walk over to the HS football game? pleeeeaaaaassssseeeeee?" Yes, but STAY AWAY from those football players!
We’re off to Chazy today…a little cousins "photo shoot" with Brianna & Olivia. Will hopefully post pics here tomorrow (love 1 hour developing to disc). Have a great Saturday!
5 Comments
Sonia
47 degrees huh? WOW, we won’t see that for another month (or longer). Where are those fall pics missy?? Glad you survived the chaperoning gig. Oh lord….I guess my time will be coming this year. Yikes.
My hump, my hump my hump (lol).
Kelly Edgerton
Oh man! That dance sounds so much fun. I’d love to see my kids dance, but I’ve been banned (by them) from chaperoning dances. They let me do everything else, but NO chaperoning “please, Mom, just this one thing we don’t want you to do.” Gotta respect their one and only request. So I am totally jealous that you got to see these middle schoolers dance – fun! I loved this blog entry… loved, loved, loved it!
stacy
Laughed out loud at the hammer time comment …too funny! thanks for the fun entry!
Shannon
I’m with you on the crowd surfing. Be glad there was no mosh pit (had one or two of those at Audioslave and have decided I’m officially old for avoiding it). Hammer Time? Why, oh wy, is it that good songs fade away and bad ones live on forever? My only comment to the bathroom situations is: 1) infection waiting to happen and 2) Cherry Bombs make the toilets do that :). In this instance, be glad that Hope was the only going to the dance. Girls don’t usually mess with bathrooms.
M. Bryant
You think playing chaperone is tough, try DJing one of those dances. When I was teaching H.S. in Alameda (yes, emergency credentials ARE that easy to obtain in California – especially after the dot-com bubble burst), I was also DJing professionally at the time and volunteered to spin at one of the school’s dances. Wow – no sense of history or musical variety. Straight Top 40, plus whatever hip hop flavor of the month was “dissin’ da bitches and hos.” Long night. Worse than the Philipino karaoke wedding I did once (and I don’t speak Tagalog.)
That last bit about the football game reminds me of a certain football game at McClane H.S., circa 1987…
“Hi Matt.”
“Uh, hi girls. Hey Katrina, can I have a sip of that innocent-looking drink in the Big Gulp cup you holding?”
“Why sure, Matt.”
– Sound of Traci and Katrina stifling a giggle as Matt discovers THATS NOT CHERRY LIMEADE!!!! –
“That’s not Cherry Limeade!”
Schnapps maybe? Help me out here.