Midnight's Broken Toe

I have a terrific relationship with my dad. We do a hell of a lot of great stuff together: Go to the library, peruse yard sales and hobby shops, we sit in the basement and make things and shoot the breeze and listen to good music. We have a similar sense of humor and a love of cooking.
Sharing all that with him always makes me thankful that I have him for a dad.

So why do I have to prove that to the rest of my graduating class with a Father Daughter dance? I'm not saying that I'm against Junior Dads and Family Weekend, which I will likely be attending this coming fall semester.
I can understand wanting to have a nice time with your father or your family all together...but why do we have to do it to music by Kelly Clarkson, John Mayer or (this one makes me cringe) Lee Anne Womack? Frank Sinatra might be acceptable, depending on the song, but...if I'm going to slow dance with my dad, I'd rather do it to When the Deal Goes Down, or Brand New Tennessee Waltz.
Granted, my taste in music is ecclectic and anything but mainstream. I guess all I'm saying is I'd rather dance with my dad to something more meaningful (at least to me) than "Mothers be good to your daughters too" or "I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly".


Oh, and along with having to go to jail, Paris Hilton is visiting Staunton. Whoop dee doo. I'm trying to live up to that motto emblazoned at the top of my page: Don't criticize what you can't understand. But maybe today I'm just feeling extra cynical?

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