Cotillion

A few months back we got an email from a friend inviting us to 2nd grade guest night at the Bobby Burgess Cotillion. Manners, etiquette, dancing? Oh yes. It was a 50's themed night so we wouldn't have to worry about getting him in a jacket and tie. To ease the nerves a little, we headed to shoe city that day after school to pick up a pair of red hi-tops. We gelled up the hair and headed just down the street to the Golden Sails Crystal Ballroom over on PCH.

He was nervous but didn't let it show. JT is a pretty short guy (his parents top out at 5'6"/5'7") but you'd have never known that was a problem. I watched from the side of the ballroom as he watched the leaders and tried his best to follow their movements as he danced with different girls. At one point, they had the kids stop dancing and the fellas escorted their lady to get their refreshments and then carried both back to their seats. They were serving root beer floats, which JT does not enjoy. I asked him later if he took one to be polite and he told me that he said, "No thank you ma'am. I'll just have water please." Melt me!

We knew only one other Emersonite so they kinda looked out for each other. I made sure to snap one of them together. When we left, JT told me that his tummy hurt the whole time but he wasn't going to let it show. Now that we were in the car, it didn't hurt so much. I explained to him that was nerves... Not the last time I'm sure.

We went to Ruby's Diner for dinner, seeing as how he was already so fly guy'd out. I enjoyed burgers and shakes with my two cuties before heading home for the night. I asked JT if it seemed like something he'd be willing to try for Mom next year... He said, "Sure".

xo
mrs. B