On Friday night, Gabe went to his first disco. I was a ‘steward’ out in the parking lot checking for tickets and screening for alcohol. That was a treat from 9PM-12AM on a cold crisp night in February. At least it was dry.
I’ll sum up the evening by saying how happy I am to have a teenage son and not a teenage daughter. There were a few moments of “youth gone wild” head shaking. The majority of the 450 attendees had a great time, happily suffering deafness while gesticulating wildly on the cramped dance floor.
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