Speaking of which, when is one too old to wear short skirts? I'm not talking super-short here, but above the knee. I just stood up and measured: from the top of my kneecap to the bottom of my skirt there is a four inch (approximately 24 pica, in the parlance of my industry) gap. I am short (5'2", not sure of the pica conversion), so this is a reasonable percentage of my thigh. Clearly, I don't think I'm in poor taste or I would not have worn the outfit, but should 36-year-olds be wearing skirts that end four inches above the knee? It is an orange corduroy skirt, and I have black tights on underneath. It's all in honor of Halloween, of course, and I'm wearing black boots, with a heel, all of which is adding to my already sassy demeanor.
[The next two paragraphs are about So You Think You Can Dance; skip them if you don't care.]
But back to being out on the town last night. It was so fun. I expected to enjoy the So You Think You Can Dance show, but it totally exceeded my expectations. Sitting in the fourth row really helped. It was awesome to be able to see the dancers' facial expressions; all of them are great performers. I'd forgotten about a few people, such as Thayne. Wow, is he boring! Poor Thayne. But on the flip side, I'd forgotten how much I love goofy, quirky Mark. And Kherington! She is so very pretty, just PRETTY, it's quite amazing. There was something a little wrong or ironic or just plain gross about the fact that I was quaffing beer and stuffing myself with a hot pretzel and cheese while watching these amazing human specimens perform physical feats of greatness, but perhaps my fervent cheering and brisk walk to and from the car constituted a workout?
In any case, I got to see all of my favorite dances from the season, plus many I had forgotten about, and it was just plain fun. I also enjoyed seeing so many families in the audience and wondering if someday that's the kind of thing Maddie and Riley and I might do together. How fun would that be? They would probably be seriously embarrassed by my SuperTwitch shirt, but hey, embarrassing your kids is a parental rite of passage.
[Thus endeth the SYTYCD commentary.]
Receiving a lovely e-mail from Mr. Coffee this morning, the first of this trip, is also contributing to my bouncy mood. He informed me that he's been thinking both "good and dirty" thoughts of me (naughty!) and that he will plan to see me "as soon as it is feasible." Then he signed it "Bisoux," the charming French equivalent for "XO." A nice way to start the day.
I'm planning to take the twins trick-or-treating this evening after school; after postulating that they had no idea what Halloween was, I went in their room this morning ready to explain why they would be going to school in costume. "Today is a special day!" I said. "It's Halloween!"
"OOOOOOOH! We wear costumes!" squealed Maddie.
I guess someone else explained it to them. This is what happens when your kids spend all day in the company of others and are at an age where they can't and don't tell you about everything that happens to them during that time.
I did teach Maddie and Riley how to say "Trick or treat!" which they found hilarious. Maddie was thrilled to put on her bee costume. Riley was hesitant about his ladybug garb. "I no wanna wear tights!" he protested as I tried to shimmy them on. "Oh, honey, these aren't tights. They are Special Black Pants!" Thankfully for me, he bought that line, although as soon as we walked through the door at daycare he said, "TAKE THIS OFF! I no wanna wear this costume!" So I might be trick-or-treating with a bumblebee and a . . . very cute little boy. My plan is to pull them around our neighborhood in their wagon and visit just a few friends. It's supposed to be a clear, relatively mild evening, so it should be fun to be out and about.
Happy Halloween, everyone. May the treats outweigh the tricks.