Being that it's Valentines--tis the season--I rallied for Truth or Dare and Spin the Bottle, but the bishopric said, "Uhhh, let us think about it . . . NOPE!"
It was a pimped out dance party because my bro let us use his DJ sound system and his DJ strobe light and his DJ fog machine.
We hit the lights and then we hit the floor.
We did the limbo and the cha cha slide and the electric slide and the boot scootin' boogie and the hoedown throwdown and the chicken dance .
Then we did Thriller and High School Musical and the YMCA.
Then we did the macarena and the hamster dance and hokey pokey.
The only thing we didn't do was kissing.
Not even a peck.
Even my hub abstained.
"But we have to set the example," I told him.
"You're right," he said. "When you stop getting pulled over, I'll stop abstaining from you in public."
I don't know what has gone on while I've been in Hawaii having babies but not only are the youth in the VL club, they also don't understand the concept of partner dancing.
They think partner dancing is for slow songs only and cannot wrap their brains around the idea that they can ask someone to dance on the fast songs too. In other words, dancing is now like dating, it's done in large groups, and then when a slow song comes on they scatter into the hallways to avoid coming in contact with a member of the opposite s.e.x.
No wonder the divorce rate is so darn high!
Who is edumacating our children, anyway?
I hope it's not the same person who let my kids to do this at the dance party: