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Jazz Night

"Tonight we have Jazz Night at the high school," my 16 year old informed us at dinner.

"Do we have to go?" the 11 year old boy wanted to know.

"It will be fun!" she continued, "there will be food and dancing."

"Dancing?!" I was suddenly very excited.  I'd been perfecting new hip hop moves from an exercise DVD earlier that day.

The 16 year old suddenly looked horrified. "Not you! You may NOT dance!"

Mmmkay - but this may directly impact your grade, Missy.

We arrived and sat. The band director kept making motions for people to get up and dance. I finally left my family and joined the "cool table" closer to the band. I might add that this very well may just complete my bucket list. Had I made a bucket list when I was a teenager, no doubt it would have included going to Reo Speedwagon and Bon Jovi concerts, lose my virginity and sit at the "cool" table in the cafeteria.

Done. Done. Done. And done.

The cool table also included the husband of the band director who was given a "look" by Ms. Kaye. She then started a new song and grabbed his hand. And they danced. I pouted a little bit.

Eventually, they finished and Mr. Husband (formerly known as my bishop) invited me to dance. Hip hop? Alas, the Cha-Cha which I can only do when I talk to myself (slow, slow, quick, quick). I'm a great conversationalist, obviously. I lost my concentration when someone pointed at my performing daughter who was red faced and mortified. I tripped on the bishop's feet and gave up all pretense of grace.

She was ruined now. I went ahead and yelled out "HI, ALYSSA!" just to determine which child owned this mother and sat down.

Next time I'll get to do my hip hop routine.


16 year old and 6 year old dancing.

16 year old dancing with a random boy.

Comments

  1. M-CatMay 26, 2011 at 11:43 AM

    Well done. Your purpose as a Mother has been achieved for at least this week.

    And is she talking to you yet? LOL

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  2. SandyMay 26, 2011 at 1:48 PM

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  3. SandyMay 26, 2011 at 1:53 PM

    Your poor kids are going to need therapy well into adulthood. LOL! I am pretty sure you have sat at the cool table before. One with me, Angela, Ashley, and Karma can't get much cooler!

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  4. KayeMay 27, 2011 at 5:49 AM

    Ms. Kaye heartily approves of your dancing! The audience was quite disobedient for a long time! Daughter A. is so funny. . . And just remember, whereever YOU sit IS the cool table!

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  5. EmptyNesterMay 27, 2011 at 11:56 AM

    I'm sure you can be THE cool table all by yourself. Nice dancing by 16 year old!

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  6. JoanMay 27, 2011 at 1:02 PM

    I wish there was a post of you and the former Bishop dancing. Good job on the bucket list. We have to ignore the teen-agers. No matter what we do, they will get embarrassed.

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  7. RachelMay 28, 2011 at 11:25 AM

    Loving it! Someday I'll get to embarrass my boy with my dancing :)

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  8. KatMay 28, 2011 at 12:49 PM

    Can NOT wait for that moment with my girls! Hee, hee! They just don't know how much fun it is sometimes to be a mom!

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  9. ToniaMay 30, 2011 at 7:12 PM

    I am pretty sure my morification as a teenager would also have come from my mom filming me dancing with a random boy. Did you wave then too? Can't wait until my daughters are older and I get to do things like this!

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  10. KlinMay 30, 2011 at 8:51 PM

    I am so disappointed! I hoped to see video of you doing hip hop. Seriously!

    Embarrassment is just one of the services I offer as a mother . . .

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