Father-Daughter Dance, III

Last night, I had a wonderful time attending my third Father-Daughter dance. It is always very special time. It was held at the school that my daughter attended pre-school last year. Her current school does not have one. I think my wife will organize one next year.

Interestingly enough, it was renamed from “Father-Daughter Dance” to the “Sweet Heart Dance”…an obvious turn towards to politically correctness. However, I didn’t see any Mother-Son couples.

This year, they added some balloon hung from the rafters of the gym that were to be set free during the last dance. However, a malfunction (broken strings) reduced the dramatic effect. They had to get some ladders out and swing at them with a broom or something in order to set them free. I immediately thought of the “balloon malfunction” during the Democratic Convention:

Don Fischer, DNC Convention Manager:

Go balloons, go balloons! Go balloons! I don’t see anything happening. Go balloons! Go balloons! Go balloons! Standby confetti. Keep coming, balloons. More balloons. Bring it- balloons, balloons, balloons! We want balloons, tons of them. Bring them down. Let them all come. No confetti. No confetti yet. No confetti. All right, go balloons, go balloons. We need more balloons. All balloons! All balloons! Keep going! Come on, guys, lets move it. J*sus! We need more balloons. I want all balloons to go, g*dd*mmit. Go confetti. Go confetti. More confetti. I want more balloons. What’s happening to the balloons? We need more balloons. We need all of them coming down. Go balloons- balloons? What’s happening balloons? There’s not enough coming down! All balloons, what the hell! There’s nothing falling! What the f*** are you guys doing up there? We want more balloons coming down, more balloons. More balloons. More balloons.