of dance and bushwack
Mr. Cynic had a very busy weekend. It included District Chorus volunteering on Friday, District Chorus Audition on Saturday and Saturday night, his junior year formal, The Ring Dance.
We didn’t have a ring dance when I grew up. The fall or winter dance my junior year was called LaSallette and was a girl asks guy dance. I asked a friend. I dated a lot in high school, but that was one time I wasn’t. I knew the guy from taking cotillion classes during junior high, and he had just transferred to the public school after going to private school most of his life, I think. He was cute, and the kind of guy everyone likes. I asked him at the first opportunity. We remained friends after, and that was fine by both of us, I think. Although, he is one of the three guys my mother still sees around and occasionally will call and say, “You’ll never guess who I saw at [insert grocery, etc location here]! You should have married him.” She’s funny like that.
He was a good guy. We’re friends on facebook now. He has a beautiful family, and hey, so do I. Funny how this crazy old world works, huh? I don’t think the thought of marriage ever crossed our sixteen year old minds.
But this post isn’t about me. 🙂
When your kid goes to a formal, trips down Memory Lane are inevitable.
I actually got Mr. Cynic to smile, and show his teeth by acting like a lovey-dovey mom goofball. Not that I am or anything.
I can still hear you.
Mr. Cynic and one of the first people he met when we moved down here decided to split a ticket. There may have been a little mom-prompting behind their decision, but they probably would have anyway. They’ve been good friends for a long time now.
I had a busy weekend, too, the main focus of which was to yank out a bunch of overcrowded cat-pee smelling boxwoods to finally make room for the new smaller flowering bushes I bought a while back. We didn’t get everything out of the ground, and there is a bit of compromising going on, so I’m not entirely sure how the new ones are going to fit at this point. We’re planning a small patio area by the front door to put in a decorative bench or swing. Not entirely certain how it will all come together just yet, but we’re getting there.
I couldn’t have done it without Honey. Toots ‘helped’ by digging holes all over the lawn with a trowel and staying out of traffic rather than taking her nap.