Playing Grown-Up

November 18, 2007

Last night was the annual Mountain Top Ball at the university where Nancy teaches.  Years ago I would have told you that black tie balls were not the sort of thing we’d be interested in attending, but when the first ball was held back in 2003 (or so) several of our friends decided that it would be fun to get all dressed up, have a party ahead of time, and then go en masse to the ball.

They were right.  That first year we all had a blast, and so now it’s become something of a tradition.  I put on a tux, Nancy puts on a fancy dress and new shoes and (gasp!) a bit of make-up, and we go to our friends’ house.  There, with several other couples, we drink champagne, eat hors d’oeuvres, and marvel at one another’s fancy clothes.  After a while we go over to the ball, where we eat more, have a bit more to drink, and dance and dance and dance.  Great fun.

Most of us leave early — there’s a weird changing of the guard that happens each year at the ball.  The faculty members and their spouses go early and enjoy the hits from the ’60s, ’70s, and ’80s that the band prepares especially for us.  Yeah, there are some students there, but they have to dance to our music…  And then, around the time all of us are getting tired and thinking it’s time to get home and pay the babysitter, the college students show up in big numbers.  The band starts playing stuff from the ’90s and beyond, the place gets rowdier, hotter, more crowded.  We’re usually just as happy to be on our way.

But for those few hours, it sure is fun playing dress-up and pretending to be grown-ups.

Today’s music:  Counting Crows (August and Everything After)

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