yes, those are glow sticks hanging from paper clips on my sister's ears.
she knew exactly what she wanted for her 17th birthday, and lucky for
us she got it.
thanks to jon and dan, the greatest parents in the world (or at the very
least west point city), she was granted her wish of a white trash-themed
dance party, complete with a killer dj and west point city hall at our
disposal for the night.
there were no complaints from the rest of the porter clan because this
meant that we got to dress up (or should i say down?) and get our wicked
dance on all. night. long.
only some of my accessories lasted the entire night...not because mom
was thirsty, but because it was a high school party. whatever, it was funny.
i enjoyed cutting loose to "single ladies" with the youngsters, but...
i really was missing richard. he'd never be out on that dance floor with
me and a million minors, but it would have been nice to know he was just
in the other room wearing ear plugs and rolling his eyes with my dad.
however, i was able to put out of my mind the fact that he'd be hundreds
of miles away for another week and give my family a little preview of what
they have to look forward to when i am great with child. hopefully the extra
weight i'll be carrying will only be that of the pillow i was wearing that night
so that i can still drop it like its hot.
it was pretty much the most legendary birthday party the porters have
ever seen, and hopefully this will be the new standard for all future
family functions to live up to. its pretty cool when your sister in high
school isn't embarassed to have you posing as a pregnant alcoholic and
dancing with all of her friends on her big night. its just another reason
to add to the list of why my family is the cream of the crop, and the
trashiest of white trash.
happy birthday, chelsa chow...kid rock style.
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