Musings of a frazzled mom, wife, student, and traveller through life in an itty bitty town.
14 November 2008
The bar has been raised
So I dropped my kids off at the latest sweet 16 party. There are actually a few QuinceaƱera parties in town now and then, but this was the first Sweet 16 that looked as if the kid watched a little too much VH1. Her folks rented a ballroom at the casino in the next town down the road. Parents with kids who don't yet have their driver's licenses were less than amused at that. I know for a fact the kid's mom busts her butt at two jobs. My soon-to-be 16 year old says she doesn't wanted a party, but her 14 year-old sister caught the bug last night. Oy. Fog machine and lava lamp in the basement, anyone?
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Ay yi yi! I'm having flashbacks of the first boy-girl party I attended. :::shudders":::
My first was the best party I have ever been to.
Mary G's garage, with 45 records playing in the corner.
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