Daddy still GOT IT!

So over the past two days I have learned one very important lesson.....DADDY (that's me) STILL GOT IT! Not that I ever really thought that I had officially lost it, but there was some question over the past couple of months.

Friday was shaping out to be your regular, run of the mill, kind of days. I got off of work at about 10pm. That's when it happened.....I was asked to chaperon.....A VIEWMONT HIGH STOMP! Now you need to keep in mind that I was NOT initially asked to do this. I am not that old nor do I wear keds with tapered jeans, BUT I was filling in for my innocent and naive mother-in-law. We just didn't think that her pure outlook on life should be subjected to such nastiness. We were right.

ANYWHO, my father-in-law and I walked in and all I could think of was, "MY LIVER!" (Once in Junior High my science teacher told us that if someone was exposed to too many micro vibrations from the bass on speakers that it would slowly pop the small air pockets in your liver in turn LIQUEFYING IT! I don't know if this is true, but it sure scared me straight.)

As we walked in I was wondering if this was an 80's theme.....no......just the new crazy style of the day. I even found a kid dressed like a bumble bee.

That's right brothers and sisters a bumble bee. At first I wanted to exercise my newly anointed authoritative disapproval, but then his little scoot scoot move that he did for the remainder of the evening made me laugh. I thought, "Carry on my wayward son."

It also seems that the amoral nasties are a still staples at each of these stomps. There were a couple times I found only a couple pieces of clothes keeping some kids from near futures of child support and alimony. I should have brought my water bottle to hose these nasties down with.

It was nice; however, to see that the same groupies are still there. For instance:

THE PRETTY PEOPLE

These are the those that hang out up front at every stomp. Required is a pretty face, pretty body, and a status of popular. The apparent dance consists of one arm in the air and showing your teeth. The men are required to thicken their necks.

As you can see from the picture I snuck, their consists some strange energy that keeps them bound together.

THE CORNER CROWD

We all know them. They just try their hardest to dance like the pretty people (see above), but then they give up and end up having more fun than then rest with their spongebob impersonations and "tag" competition.

and finally.....

THE FUZZ

These are the hardcore cops that were fortunate enough to be assigned to the local high school. They keep these stomps safe from harm.

As Dano here passed me he gave me the LOOK. It was a crusty that said, "Look here punk little high school boy. Your in MY world now." He thought I was in high school. That's HARDCORE!

The most rewarding part of the evening was when I had a fantastic realization that affirmed my FILL IN chaperon status, remember NOT originally called. DADDY STILL GOT IT! I didn't dance, but I really wanted to. AND I could have.....nicely and with style and funk. Thank you.

And in conclusion I have learned through this experience that you should never grumble about what opportunities are placed before you. They just may teach you that Stella (or Greg in this instance) not only has their groove back, but actually never lost it. Refreshing really.