The 8th grade dance/formal and then the “after party” at our house both occurred this past Saturday night. (Read the two pre dance blog posts here and here.) It’s finally over. And as a bonus, we made it out alive.
The end all started with a little prep work on Friday evening. Gerald and my oldest made our backyard a little more presentable. Not sure if anyone bothered to pick up the dog poop while they were at it but oh well. Gerald said the kids should know to stay off the grass anyway. Well, whatever, I thought. And then I thought that “stay off the grass” actually has a double meaning. But anyway, Gerald also replaced the light bulbs in the pool. Nothing like having a function scheduled at your house to push you to get things done. Those bulbs have only been out for a few years.
On Saturday, Gerald was sent to pick up some drinks and snacks. Go ahead and get me the extra large wine bottle, please. Oh, drinks for the kids? Oh, I’m sure the regular assortment will do.
By late afternoon, the kids met up all across the globe, I mean, all across the neighborhoods and parks and places to meet up to take some formal pics. I did take a few shots of my son and some of his buds before they took off to meet up with friends.
And below is a picture of my son’s date’s wrist corsage. I’m telling you, the boys should just clasp a 50 dollar bill around the girls’ wrists and call it a day. I believe that sounds like a new fashion trend. Or maybe simply a temptation for would be muggers. But I digress. Where was I?
So the kids went off to have more pictures taken. Yes, yes, I should have gone as well, but I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast and I was hungry and irritable. I mean, who would want to see a mom pass out at picture taking? That would be so not cool. They went to go eat dinner as well. Let me take a second here to send out a thank you to all the parents who helped shlep the kids around for all the pre, post, and in between activities.
And then we waited. It was the calm before the storm. We anxiously waited for a
phone call text or inkling that our lives would surely be changed forever. Cue the scary movie music — A group of kids was coming to our house for an after party.
And so it started. It started slow and then kids from everywhere started rushing the house. I may be exaggerating just a tad. The kids got to the house, we put out the chips, and told everyone where the drinks were, and then I just waited for the other shoe to drop. I was waiting for the drama or something. Kids? Something? You got anything? Seriously, I figured the kids would provide me with lots and lots (that’s a lot) of blogging material, but it just wasn’t happening. What’s wrong with you children? Even the offers of cigarettes, booze, pot, and other miscellaneous illegal narcotics were totally turned down. I just don’t get kids today.
But seriously, Gerald and I couldn’t have witnessed a better group of kids. There was zero drama (do you see how many girls were at this party??), zero attempts to sneak Gerald’s beer (Gerald counted before and after and all beer consumed could be accounted for by his stomach), and zero signs of sneaking cigarettes/pot. The only thing questionable was their choice of music. But they even kept that turned down low.
So there you have it. All the (pretty much self-induced) dance drama is over, all the sweat, tears, and money spent. It’s over. Until the next formal strikes our household — peace out.
P.S. I used the little black boxes in the pictures for anonymity, but the formal’s theme was actually masquerade ball so I really could say I was just keeping the theme going. I know, my cleverness surprises me too.