Sunday, January 28, 2007

Beer and Loathing in Picayune...



A couple of months back, the TCRG of my daughter’s dance school decided to have “A Parent’s Night Out” at a local pub. It was a rather affable evening of light banter and jovial chit-chat. After a few drinks the discussion seemed to focus on next spring’s school recital and the remote possibility of a father-daughter dance routine thingy being thrown in.

I vaguely remember discussing the pros and cons of participating in such choreography over the next few rounds but don’t recall acquiescing or consenting in any way to being an active participant.

The following day, a certain unmentionable Feis mom congratulated me for “stepping up to the plate” and volunteering to dance with my daughter. I assured her that she must be mistaken when she produced a notarized statement signed by me the night before obligating me to perform, “as the party of the second part and with all due diligence” and other similar legal mumble jumbo, in a father/daughter choreography at the spring recital.

“Read the small print”, she said.

My head was throbbing somewhat as I squinted, and I could just barely make out the word:

“kilt”

“What?” “There is no way I’m wearing a kilt!”

After about five minutes of a rousing game of “Unh-Unh, Unh-Hunh”, I realized that I had been “Bamboozled” (Figuratively and literally).

It’s the classic Irish soap opera, “Love, hate, Smithwicks, and betrayal”.

So in three short months, I will be donning a Kilt and dancing with my daughter on a public stage.

People I must warn you....this will not be a pretty sight!

Now as far as attire goes I’m still shopping for a kilt but have narrowed the shirt selection down to two finalists.

Both designs were chosen in the interest of public disclosure:





Which leads me to my next question....just what do they wear under a kilt?

(Stay tuned for the next episode of “Things are Looking Up” when ZandB discovers the horrible, unspoken truth about kilts)

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

They wear socks and shoes under a kilt.

Anonymous said...

My favorite answer to that question came from Mike Myers (Austin Powers, voice of Shrek) when interviewed on the Tonight Show some years back. (Be forewarned, it's R-rated.)
"Lipstick."

ceilisundancer said...

Ah, I always heard that a man wears his lovers kiss under his kilt:) Hmmm, is this going to be an elevated stage? There are a few fathers who I really do NOT need to see their, um, lipstick kisses.

Anonymous said...

Female Feis-Dad here wishing you all the best in this event! I have been dancing with my daughter for over a year now and haven't had so much fun in what feels like forever. I have the advantage of building the stage the day before so I know how much 'bounce' there is and exactly where the 'silly spots' are. {If anyone feels that this is an unfair advantage they are welcome to come and build stages as well. [One of my co-horts says, "beer AND power tools! as an incentive.]}
You should wear whatever you feel comfortable wearing. The boys at my daughter's school may wear trousers or a kilt and jacket (with shawl). As the school does not have an organize adult dancer program, when I compete with my daughter I wear a blazer (with an attached knitted shawl), a skirt with tattoo, and your afforementioned shit-eating grin. The latter is a recent addition as I've gotten better and no longer need the deer-in-the-headlights smile.
Again, wear what makes you comfortable while dancing. That is the most important part.