Watched a teenager dance

Last night I chaperoned a high school band dance. This is not at the top of my list for a Friday night activity, but you do what you gotta do! So, I watched kids dance, eat pizza, play Guitar Hero, and have a great time. I danced a little with them (Party in the USA, thank you, Miley Cyrus) and had a fun time. Hey, did you guys know there is a “dance” for everything now? When I was a teenager, we sorta just got out there and wiggled around, there were no real “steps”. Well, NOT NOW…they have all these “choreographed” dances. It’s like line dancing except harder and to cooler music…very weird. I provided the kids much entertainment trying to learn these dances. It just stressed me out so I went back to my “wiggle around” method! That also seemed to entertain them, too, hmmmm….??? But, by far, the best thing about the night was watching a teenage girl attend her very first dance. She was wide-eyed and proclaimed that the band should have one “every two months”. I’m not sure how she picked that interval, but it sounded about right! She danced with her girl friends and hung around one particular boy quite a lot. The last dance was, of course, a “slow” dance. As I danced with my husband, we spotted our first-timer dancing with that particular boy. I’m not sure I have EVER seen anybody with that big a smile. It was pure happiness and excitement on her face. For me, it’s hard to remember that first slow dance with a boy, but looking at her face, I sure wish I could! It was sweet and innocent and everything it should have been.
Free band parent DJ, left over chips and cokes from the concession stand, 4 hours out of my life, pizza $164.00....happiest 15 year old girl in the world….priceless.