I went to a disco
June 14, 2008
This was at my youngest daughter’s kindergarten – average age, oh about four I would say (lots of older siblings along).
And they’re just like I remember them.
The boys stood off to one side at the beginning. There was strange drink served at ridiculous prices. Everyone had glow sticks. There is always some mad woman dancing by herself in the middle of the floor, waving a cocktail glass around (this one did double duty in that it had flashing LEDs in the stem).
The music was slightly too loud and it was insanely hot in there.
There was even a bowl of pills on the way in (don’t worry, I’m pretty sure they were vitamins, unless E comes in animal shapes now) to really get the kids in the mood. (just joking. Just.)
The music really hasn’t changed much either, although the addition of High Five’s greatest hits mixed in with Boney M and ABBA was a tad disconcerting. My daughters just rolled their eyes and said “Oh, Dad” in the way of the daughter.
Good times were had by all. Except the boys who tried to encourage my daughter (six) to run around outside. For them, bad times. Bad bad times. For them and all their ilk.