what did david do? what DID david do?
last night i went to a stake dance. that is not really true...it was a dance at youth conference. as one of the youth leaders in our ward, i had the responsibility of attending the event in order to support our kids, and also act as a chaperone. the reality of the night was that i sat and talked with my dad all night.
at one point in the evening the stake young men's president asked dad and me to patrol the parking lot. apparently, someone heard that some kids had been making out and we were meant to bring them into the stake president's office where they would be given a copy of "for the stength of youth." although we got up and walked outside, i will admit that i am the wrong guy for this kind of assignment. i told as much to my dad. i'm not snooping in anyone's car at 11:00 at night looking for kids. the church parking lot is a poor choice of location for this sort of activity; but, kids making out is not out of the ordinary, and it is none of my business. i'm not going to give a kid a missionary tract that he can already quote as if this were going to ecclesiastically neuter him into celibate submission. "let him without sin cast the first stone" comes to mind. and finally, i have some experience with "looking for love" at the wrong place (i know you're out there somewhere, theresa.)
we made a perfunctory circle of the building and resumed our places in the gym, without incident.
here are some things i noticed that showed me that these dances are little different than when i was "cruising the pretty young girls with a chip on their shoulder."
the homely girls still dance by themselves in the corner.
there is still the same group of guys who walk in and act as if they are the coolest males ever to grace the city of austin with their testosterone-filled braggadocio.
there are still a couple of girls that are so beautiful that you can barely stand to look at them. does this observation -coupled with my age- make me a dirty old man? i mean it innocently; but, if so, it's about time i got the designation.
they still have cheesy adult leaders that think the kids want them to set them up with dance partners or otherwise interact with them in any way.
the music is still overly white.
the kids still dance the cotton-eyed-joe; although the version they know is some techno version that is barely recognizable and nigh undanceable. no wonder they aren't very good at it.
no one has noticed any of the technological advances in refreshments.
i had alot of fun at the dances i used to go to and spent alot of time dancing with and talking to more than my share of beautiful young women.
i even danced with my wife at a couple of those dances so long ago. of course it was probably sympathy dancing. i'll let you decide on who's part the sympathy was being given.
at one point in the evening the stake young men's president asked dad and me to patrol the parking lot. apparently, someone heard that some kids had been making out and we were meant to bring them into the stake president's office where they would be given a copy of "for the stength of youth." although we got up and walked outside, i will admit that i am the wrong guy for this kind of assignment. i told as much to my dad. i'm not snooping in anyone's car at 11:00 at night looking for kids. the church parking lot is a poor choice of location for this sort of activity; but, kids making out is not out of the ordinary, and it is none of my business. i'm not going to give a kid a missionary tract that he can already quote as if this were going to ecclesiastically neuter him into celibate submission. "let him without sin cast the first stone" comes to mind. and finally, i have some experience with "looking for love" at the wrong place (i know you're out there somewhere, theresa.)
we made a perfunctory circle of the building and resumed our places in the gym, without incident.
here are some things i noticed that showed me that these dances are little different than when i was "cruising the pretty young girls with a chip on their shoulder."
the homely girls still dance by themselves in the corner.
there is still the same group of guys who walk in and act as if they are the coolest males ever to grace the city of austin with their testosterone-filled braggadocio.
there are still a couple of girls that are so beautiful that you can barely stand to look at them. does this observation -coupled with my age- make me a dirty old man? i mean it innocently; but, if so, it's about time i got the designation.
they still have cheesy adult leaders that think the kids want them to set them up with dance partners or otherwise interact with them in any way.
the music is still overly white.
the kids still dance the cotton-eyed-joe; although the version they know is some techno version that is barely recognizable and nigh undanceable. no wonder they aren't very good at it.
no one has noticed any of the technological advances in refreshments.
i had alot of fun at the dances i used to go to and spent alot of time dancing with and talking to more than my share of beautiful young women.
i even danced with my wife at a couple of those dances so long ago. of course it was probably sympathy dancing. i'll let you decide on who's part the sympathy was being given.
posted by cm at 6/24/2006
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