Tonight was the big night, the father-daughter dance. I hadn't practiced my dances so I was a little nervous. The last time we played "Just Dance 2019" was about two months ago. First we danced to Abba's "Dancing Queen." Afterward, we had our photo taken as you can see above. I realize that I got into the wrong business of photography with photojournalism, because that photo (above) was a 5x7 and we also got 2 wallets all for the low price of $15.
My daughter found her friends and danced while I took a seat with the other fathers. I told them about my cybernetic gear and two of them felt the battery pack in my back. I explained how it's helped and my experiences up to now. The night began to wind down and we danced to Van Morrison's "Brown Eyed Girl" before my daughter ran out of energy. Thankfully I was spared the "Chicken Dance" and "Everyday I'm Shuffling," even though I really am. It was time to head for the exit.
We had left our coats on the floor under a table while everyone had placed their coats on top of one single table in a hallway outside the gymnasium, that way we could quickly find our coats and beat the crowd... but again as usual, it didn't go as planned. Our coats were no longer on the floor and there were now two tables with piles of coats. We began to dig through the piles as if we were participating in a Double Dare physical challenge. My daughter thought she found her coat right away, and after a few minutes I finally found mine. Then my daughter realized the coat she found wasn't hers. It was the exact same coat, but navy blue and not black. I began to dig some more. My kid went straight to, "I bet someone took my coat thinking it was this one." "No, no. They wouldn't have," I replied, but I knew she was probably right. I kept digging. That flag had to still be up inside that giant oversized nose somewhere. Soon my father friends who I had said goodbye to ten minutes ago entered the arena looking for their outerwear. "Your life is like Seinfield," said one of them. I corrected him, "more like George Costanza." We waited until every last coat was accounted for, except for the doppelgänger navy blue Columbia winter jacket with Omni Heat. In the end we were down one coat. My daughter left wearing my coat and luckily she had picked out a shortsleeved polo for me to wear for the dance so I was totally prepared for the rain and 40 degree temperature. I was assured by a concerned PTO member that a Facebook post would get the word out and hopefully we haven't seen the last of that new coat that was supposed to last her this year and next.
Oh, I didn't feel much, if any, pain this evening. I forget to mention that when I first posted this entry.
UPDATE: the missing coat has been located and plans have already been arranged to secure it!
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