Friends, this girl can't party. With a capital CAN'T.
Went to a birthday party, followed by a graduation party chaser...and wound up staying up until 3:45 am. (Wait...maybe that means I still can party?!!)
THREE FORTY-FIVE!! That's like...all night long, to me.
We knew this was gonna be a rockin' party, so we brought our pop up camper and tucked our kiddos into bed and continued to dance and laugh and chat and show a whole bunch of 18 year olds how to party.
Er...maybe it was the reverse. I'm not sure...but, did you know that the cool way to dance these days is to bounce? Uh huh. Just hop up and down. That's it.
Sheesh. That is one thing I wish would've been cool when I was younger...since I lack rhythm of any kind, bouncing is something I think I could do.
It also made me realize how much I do NOT want my daughters to grow up. I do NOT want my daughters to bounce at dances. 'Cuz what happens when a woman bounces? Well...ah...certain things on her bounce as well...and that makes every dude pay more attention to said bouncing.
I don't like it. Makes me feel dirty...and like I wanted to pass out sports bras to the whole lot of 'em. On second thought, I'm glad it wasn't cool when I was younger!
Also...what is it with girls developing so early these days?! There was a 15 year old there, who could've passed for 20...and I kept thinking, "Never. Never ever ever will my daughters be allowed out of the house without me or a Judo trained protector, if they look like that. Amen. End of story."
I'm so old. And tired.
I need a nap...or, more like 24 hours of solid, uninterrupted sleep.
I'll be back later tonight with our Date of the Week...right now? I'm off to my mom and dad's for a fish fry!