The adult Christmas Gala is something we look forward to every year. But every year I would end the night grumpy and nearly fighting. Why? Max has a concert on the exact same night, and we go from the dance to the Boychoir parking lot and sit and wait and wait (one time for nearly 2 hours) for his bus to come. I am grumpy-tired, usually need to go to the bathroom, and just want to be home already. All the good feelings gone. This year we had a plan: I was going to drive home from the dance with John's parents. But somehow we missed Max's drop off time and he missed the bus like he was missing his uniform tie (there is a family reward out for the finder). I feel bad that he missed his concert (he gets graded for each one) but it simplified our night.
The theme was International and the dinner entertainment included a visit from St. Lucia from Sweden, 2 blonds, 5 redheads, and one brunette, all from our ward!


Our camera had limited juice, and the flash was not cooperating, but I caught some action on the floor. Nicely attended, just under 100 people or so. Food was good, catered from the Bombay. Music started slowly, but with a DJ plan: all the group dances were first, the Cha-Cha, Electric Slide, Hooky Pooky, etc at the beginning, and then the slow songs and the 50's stuff and more slow and Funky, Salsa-ish (churn those elbows!), Conga, 2 Cowboy songs and even Boy George.

I bought a silly turquoise petticoat (a square dancing underskirt) and sewed it to the bottom of a sparkly tank top and wore it under a new black dress, all from the thrift store. Total outfit cost $11.50.

I look flushed and not as glowing happy as I felt--if the flash had been working you could see some SMILES! Whoohoo, especially when "Footloose" was played! John stood and just watched me go for a couple of minutes. We had a sweaty, great time. Life is perfect when it includes a foxtrot with a box-twinkle! (His tie matched my flaring skirt, which was really fun to spin in and fell the swirling fabric!)