This evening I did something I thought I'd never do. I chaperoned a Homecoming dance. Brandon and I had been invited to what sounded like an awfully fun birthday party, but he had to go without me. And, while he enjoyed his night out on the town, I burned myself melting chocolate for the chocolate fountain (which I never did get to partake in!) and went around putting balloons between couples who had gotten a little too close!
When did this become my life???
Actually, the dance was kind of fun. The chocolate fountain was a big hit, and I didn't end up having to clean it when the party was over. The kids were well-behaved, and the entertainment wasn't all bad.
What bothers me about the night was how exhausted I was when it was all over. I'd hoped to go join this birthday party crew when my duties were complete, and I still managed to drive myself to Delray Beach to meet the crowd. But by the time I got there, parked my car, and walked the several blocks to the bar, my heart wasn't in the party. I had just been on my feet too long, listening to music too loud, and must simply be getting way too old for all of this.
I was happy to see my husband and meet some of his friends, but I could barely keep my eyes open as they tried to get to know me. Finally, the ever-supportive Brandon suggested we call it a night, and I was oh-so glad. I left my half-full drink on the table, which is something I would normally never do (you just don't waste alcohol in my world!!!) and headed out to my car. We stopped at Checkers (because how could we not?) and finally got out of town.
I shut my eyes for a moment, and the next thing I knew, Brandon was pulling into our driveway. I must be getting old because I've never been this tired. And, although it's not like me to say this, the best part about Homecoming was finally coming home.
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