There is nothing more depressing than co-initiating a dance party and then realizing that you're too old/creepy to participate.

Lets travel back--it all began this afternoon. We were scheduled to take the kids to Preservation Hall, a place in The Quarter dedicated to the preservation of jazz music, but had to cancel plans after an impromptu thunderstorm flooded our venue. Sad face. Instead, we redirected the group to the nearest creamery off St. Charles Ave. A solid choice, but one that would lead to 23 hyper-active teenagers. On our ride home, I realized a dance party was inevitable when I glanced back and saw the majority of girls headbanging to Evanesence. Being the LNDP(late night dance party)-lover that I am, I encouraged its continuation and carried the more dance party-appropriate speaker from downstairs to upstairs. My co-conspirator Nancy whipped out her Now 32 (God, we're getting old)CD and BOOM, it was on. She knew it. I knew it.

It should come to no surprise that 'Down' by Jay Sean (ft. New Orleans native, Lil Wayne)was chosen as our kick-off song. Naturally, I got in the middle of the floor and began repeatedly pumping my fist. It didn't take long before I noticed the kids were standing around awkwardly waiting for the adult to leave. Realizing that I was the "adult" in this situation, I hung my head in shame and meandered my way over towards the light switch. I then thought the kids might enjoy a strobe light-type effect, so I began flickering the switch on and off. Acknowledging that this could potentially be even creepier, I headed towards the office and passively observed as a good chaperon should.

I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize to my Mom and Dad for all the times they were forced to chaperon my school dances. I now understand how awkward of an experience it must have been for you.