Again. She’s done this before.
Jess was invited to accompany Lelam to his matric dance at her old alma mater Wendon Academy. Yes, she’d go; No, she wouldn’t; Yes. No. I won’t enjoy it Dad. You’ll love it my girl. Cold feet. But we got going:
We bought a dress.
We used her silver shoes from her own matric dance in 2016, then got (shh! cheap) jewellery and a clutch bag to match them.
Charmaine up the road did her hair.
Her childhood friend Annabelle did her make-up.
Lelam’s Dad phoned and organised things. He would fetch Jess and take them to the dance. He sounded like a lovely person, but a dark secret cast doubt on that assessment: He is a Michaelhouse Old Boy! I’d be keeping a close eye on him.
Proud Dad Mphathisi and Lelam arrived with a beautiful bunch of roses and a stunning corsage:
They had a lovely evening. We fetched them afterwards, so we got to see the star-studded hall.
They had danced all night; We had eaten, drank and solved the world’s problems all night.
Next morning a beautiful Pearl Charaxes found the single malt dregs:
and a skein of birds flew overhead:
What a lovely day.
Aftermath – I wrote to Mphathisi:
I enjoyed this little snippet from last night:
Lelam told me at the hall when we fetched them that “he had taught Jess to dance”. I thought that was brilliant and interesting, as I have paid for YEARS of dance classes for Jess!
So this morning I probed gently:
How was the dancing?
Fun, says the monosyllabic one.
Did everyone dance?
Was the music good?
Oh, and the DJ’s assistant was “hot” – she’s opening up here!
Did you do any different dances?
What do you mean?
I mean did you learn a new dance or something?
Oh, yes, Lelam showed us a new dance and we did it.
HAHAHAHA – oh the trials and tribulations of parenthood😊 And HE has not shut up about how he taught Jessica to dance. Big moment for him, that – LOL!!!