So, one of my student council sponsor responsibilities is to host a dance at least once a semester. This may not sound like a big deal to some of you, but keep in mind I'm dealing with 12-14 year olds -hormone bombs in other words.
The kids started planning this thing a month and a half ago. Being the good gay I am, I made the kids develop a theme. God help me, they chose An Evening in Paris of all things. Lord only knows where that one came from. I was expecting something like Winter Wonderland or Christmas Dance. They wanted to build the Effiel Tower out of cardboard boxes! Now, I'm creative and all, but how the hell do you build the Effiel Tower from cardboard boxes?!?!? Needless to say I explained trying to build such an elaborate structure out of boxes might be more than they could handle. Then someone mentioned researching the French Quarter as a basis for designs. Diet coke came flying outta my nose.
We finally settled on a streetlight motif. Simple and cost effective! Parents donated the big cans of coffee (empty of course) and we duct-taped them together and wrapped the suckers in black paper. A white round balloon stuck on top and there we go!
The music is always interesting to me. How these kids can dance to the stuff they request is beyond me. I searched for two weeks to find clean versions of the songs... even some of the clean versions were dirty- I wanna spread your legs and lick your hump... I guess I'm just getting old and don't get it anymore.I finally found enough to make an hour and forty five minutes of music. The kids always whine about having the YMCA in the mix, but it's always funny that that's the first song they actually dance to...
The night of the dance arrived and I was already mad since the basketball coach failed to honor my request of raising the hoops. The yearbook kids proceeded to be in my way much of the evening while setting up -they were there to set up their photo booth. I'm telling you, never put a stressed out diva in the same room as hormone bombs! The fur is gonna fly and it ain't gonna be pretty. Let's just say some of them left the building in tears -and that was just the boys. I think the girls now understand the meaning of queen bitch.
Anyway, after my meltdown, the yearbook kids left the dance committee alone and we were able to finish setting up the decorations and the dance lights. For the past four years, student council has slowly been purchasing our own dj supplies and lighting system.
The dance started and went off without any hitches, or at least any major ones. Turns out the prince and princess of the dance had just broken up moments before the announcement. OOPS!
Thank God Christmas break starts Wednesday. Maybe my headache will be gone by then.
mikey
The kids started planning this thing a month and a half ago. Being the good gay I am, I made the kids develop a theme. God help me, they chose An Evening in Paris of all things. Lord only knows where that one came from. I was expecting something like Winter Wonderland or Christmas Dance. They wanted to build the Effiel Tower out of cardboard boxes! Now, I'm creative and all, but how the hell do you build the Effiel Tower from cardboard boxes?!?!? Needless to say I explained trying to build such an elaborate structure out of boxes might be more than they could handle. Then someone mentioned researching the French Quarter as a basis for designs. Diet coke came flying outta my nose.
We finally settled on a streetlight motif. Simple and cost effective! Parents donated the big cans of coffee (empty of course) and we duct-taped them together and wrapped the suckers in black paper. A white round balloon stuck on top and there we go!
The music is always interesting to me. How these kids can dance to the stuff they request is beyond me. I searched for two weeks to find clean versions of the songs... even some of the clean versions were dirty- I wanna spread your legs and lick your hump... I guess I'm just getting old and don't get it anymore.I finally found enough to make an hour and forty five minutes of music. The kids always whine about having the YMCA in the mix, but it's always funny that that's the first song they actually dance to...
The night of the dance arrived and I was already mad since the basketball coach failed to honor my request of raising the hoops. The yearbook kids proceeded to be in my way much of the evening while setting up -they were there to set up their photo booth. I'm telling you, never put a stressed out diva in the same room as hormone bombs! The fur is gonna fly and it ain't gonna be pretty. Let's just say some of them left the building in tears -and that was just the boys. I think the girls now understand the meaning of queen bitch.
Anyway, after my meltdown, the yearbook kids left the dance committee alone and we were able to finish setting up the decorations and the dance lights. For the past four years, student council has slowly been purchasing our own dj supplies and lighting system.
The dance started and went off without any hitches, or at least any major ones. Turns out the prince and princess of the dance had just broken up moments before the announcement. OOPS!
Thank God Christmas break starts Wednesday. Maybe my headache will be gone by then.
mikey