Clubbing with my parents



The title makes it a little difficult to lead into the first part of my dream where I was so ready to dig out my Christmas decorations because I wanted to decorate my house for something—anything—but all I have in any substantial quantity are Christmas decorations.  (Suffice it to say that I've spent a bit of time on Pinterest lately).

Since I couldn't put up Christmas decorations in August (pretty sure my husband would find the sentence for Murder 1 an acceptable alternative form of punishment over five months of Christmas), I insisted on trying to get all of my guests to come up into the attic and see my decorations in storage.  It was the next best thing.

Very few were actually willing to do this, including my family who opted to go clubbing instead.

If you know my family, you know the hilarity of this notion.  My parents don't drink.  Period.  My mom's only taste of wine was completely accidental, the surprise of it not being juice left a very strong impression on her.  My dad was 50 when he had his first beer and that was only because the doctor recommended it as a quick way to help dissolve some kidney stones that had left him in debilitating pain.  His first beer was a Michelob Lager.  He never had any desire to try anything beyond that, judging by the smell of it I can understand why.

Additionally, my dad and I cannot dance.  Our hips just don't function that way.  I don't know if my mom can, but without a doubt, my dad and I can not and I suspect I've passed that gene on to my son as well.

So if the thought of two fifty-somethings, their two thirty-something daughters and their husbands and their sons (ages eight and five) "going clubbing" wasn't odd enough, the fact that it's my particular family adds an exponent to the odd factor.

But we went anyway.  I'm not sure what the point was since none of us had drinks, danced, or were looking to date.  If it tells you anything, I chose a table next to an outlet so we could keep our phones charged because, yes, I even brought a charger to the club with us.  You're impressed, I know.

But to top that, since there was very little for an eight and a five year old to do in an adult night club (imagine that!), my dad, husband and brother-in-law set up makeshift ski-ball and bowling lanes!  The whole crowd eventually migrated to our lanes and The (Persnoppleschmidt) Clan became the life of the party!
Ashley Harris Wife & Mom

Ashley is a thirty-something wife and mother of two boys. She enjoys spending time with her family, as well as reading and decorating their home. Her blogging adventures began in 2006 as a single mother and have carried on through marriage and a new life with a husband, a ten-year-old, and an infant.

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