Even the kids got into it as we danced in the driveway singing our hearts out to Tainted Love and rapping out some Beastie Boys as he drove (or possibly fled) from home. He stayed out until the wee hours of the morning, and when I asked him how it was he said, "Rad." When I asked him how everyone looked he said, "Great, every one's hair was ya know... straighter. "
I flipped through Mr. Man's Yearbook and saw his picture under this club. I swear I am NOT making this up. I laughed for about 3 hours solid, and Mr. Man claims he was NEVER a member of this club.... but he is in the picture... top row, far left. I bet it was the hottest club on campus. Even better, listed as their key achievement this year was handing out lollipops. I didn't go to his reunion for several reasons... One of them being his reunion was $160 bucks per person, and frankly I thought hmm... a new pair of fab shoes would last longer than rehashing the good times that were had in the Reconstruction Of The Social Science And Debate Club. And the second being it was the same night as the Annual Policeman's Rodeo (aka I make a donation and buy a ticket, and then casually mention how fabulous the rodeo was when I get pulled over) So, I took the kids and we went and watched people get maimed. Awesome.
Mr. Boy waving his cowboy hat and cheering for some guy who is being trampled by a giant angry bull.
The sunset was lovely, and it was actually a good time. The kids enjoyed watching the cowboys, and they never really noticed that people were getting injured. They just thought it was funny to watch the cowboys "fall down and go to sleep".We have gone for several years now, and never seen an injury, but this must have been an off year. We left after an hour, and on the way out Mr. Boy found "The Horse of My Dreams" a beautiful Paint Horse, which Mr. Boy proclaimed he would call "Palomino Pinkus".