Then it came.
Saturday, March 19, 2011 started out by me waking up and making some dang good bisquick waffles with my best pal Chelea. The day went on, and we went to a friends house for a good hang out, then returned home to get ready for THE DANCE.
We walked in the front doors of old Lehi Jr. High, and payed our five dollars to the very happy gentlemen who got volunteered to be the..."ticket giver-outers", and agreed to do so under the conditions that they could watch the BYU basketball game on their Ipad while doing the job.
We continued our walk down the hallway, toward the "Better Together" themed lunch room, and on our way, passed a few of the "wash-rag wearers". We all know what I mean- the girls who wore the dresses that barely went passed their zebra print spankies; the spankies that they HAD to wear so that they could even be let into the dance... Because when they would jump up and dance, their dresses were more like shirts. Interestingly enough, those people were with the same group of girls who went all out PROM dress shopping. Their floor length dresses decked out in sequins and...fluff. They stand by, waiting to be nominated prom queen. Those girls you later saw sitting down on the floor crying because their boyfriend danced with someone other than them.
Oh the ninth grade drama(:
Just across the room from all of those sweet spirits, you see a group of kids. A group of ninth grade kids being crazy and loving life. Dancing with whoever, because everyone's friends. Those kids,,, are my kids. (: The ones that I call my friends... because we don't get caught up in Junior High Drama. We realize that there's life beyond four years of high school.
So, here I am- Sunday, March 20, 2011. The dance is over. It was good, and now it's over. I give thanks that I payed $30 for my reusable dress, and feel bad for the girls who bought their $200+ dresses that will never be worn again. For what? An hour and a half dance at Lehi Jr. High.(: As for the dance with the boy of my dreams, that's yet to come. But it will. (:
I much enjoyed our whoop moves. They were great! :)
ReplyDeleteI love that post. I loved that dance. I'm glad somebody else was looking forward to it like I was. I am also glad somebody else noticed the hideous dresses there, and the awesome reuseable ones most of our friends sported. I also love the fact that our friends had the "greatest" dance moves ever, and we didn't care what anyone thought.
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