All she wants to do is dance

Last night was the first dance of the season. In eager anticipation, Jess rifled through her closet looking for the perfect outfit.  Every young woman has an LBD (little black dress) and that was her first choice. Even though you can’t go wrong with black, it was a little too formal. She settled on a pink polo instead. Perfect!

Jess chatted a little bit on the way, but chose to leave her Talker in the car. She gave me a look that said “Mom, no one talks at these things”.  She’s right. It’s too loud and they just want to dance.

When we arrived, there were many people walking in at the same time. I overheard a young man call out “Jessie, you look pretty!”.  She glanced his way and smiled. A little flattery makes for a good start.

As soon as she signed in, Jess was off and running, literally.

In her excitement, she almost ran over another girl.  I’ll have to talk to her about that. Even though this wasn’t intentional, I just want to make sure she isn’t taking Gossip Girl (we’ve been binge watching) to heart. I’ll remind her that rude behavior is not acceptable. It’s important to be aware of others.

Just as I was stepping out the door, I caught her of from the corner of my eye.  Jess was second guessing herself. She was having doubts and didn’t want me to leave. Oh little bird, you are fine. Her crocodile tears lasted only for a moment. She took a deep breath and pulled herself together. What’s a dance without a little drama?

Husband and I headed to our favorite restaurant for our monthly dinner date. There are many fine eateries in Princeton, however, we always end up at the Sahara.  When it comes to middle eastern food, we are very discerning and this restaurant never disappoints.

After our first bite, we often say “just like Mom use to make”.  Their Kibbeh, Baba Ganoush, hummus and muhammara are perfection.  The chocolate baklava and Turkish coffee shouldn’t be missed either.  I would have a photo of the baklava, but we ate it 🙂  Typically after the meal, I’m so stuffed, I feel like the waiters should put me on the floor and roll me out. There isn’t even room for a wafer thin mint!

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a refreshing mint & lemon Slushie.

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Kibbeh, pita, hummus and Baba Ganoush. Don’t be deceived by it’s simplicity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

We finished dinner a half-hour early. It was time to make it back to the dance. I like to sneak in to spy on her, because I can.  It didn’t look like Jess was ready to leave any time soon. This night, she had a small posse that she flitted back and forth to. When the music changed, she’d stop and make her signature moves, the “bounce” and the “goal”.img_2398

The chaperones are there to observe and one often fills me in as to what I’ve missed. This time, Jess danced more than before and didn’t play so hard to get.  I saw her with one of the ringers. You know, the people img_2404that they hire to prevent wall flowers and to keep the party moving.

These dances are successful because of the supports they have in place. I’m grateful to the volunteers. Not only for the opportunity for Jess to party like a rock star, but it allows us to have time to ourselves for a couple of hours.

Tonight Jess was pleased with herself. It’s not easy for a girl to go to a function by ones self,. It takes a lot of confidence to walk in a room and feel like you belong. I’m so very proud of her.

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