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Last night, Maddie went to a Masquerade Ball for a friend's 18th birthday. The party on the same street as my friend Ellen's house, so I parked at her house and Maddie showed her Auntie Ellen her costume and then we walked Maddie to the party. (Maddie was dressed as Scarlett O'Hara.)

About two hours later Ellen called me. She was picking up her son from a party and wanted me to know that there were a bunch of cop cars in front of the house where Maddie's party was being held. She wanted to know if she should have her son pull Maddie out of the party. I figured that it was a noise thing and decided just to call Maddie to confirm. She didn't answer, but called me a half hour later to let me know that it was a noise thing, but they turned down the music.

It was Maddie's first party with cops.

You left out the:

"I am so proud."

Where are those Charles Fox Singers?

Bad boys, bad boys whatcha want
Whatcha gonna do when sherrif John Brown
come for you tell me whatcha gonna do.

Bad boys bad boys
Watcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
when they come for you
Bad boys, bad boys
Watcha gonna do, watcha gonna do
when they come for you

When you were eight
And you had bad traits
You go to school and you learn the golden rule
So why are you acting like a bloody fool
If you get hot you must get cool

Bad boys, bad boys
Watcha gonna do whatcha gonna do
When they come for you (repeat)

You chuck it on this one
You chuck it on this one
You chuck it on mother and
You chuck it on you father
You chuck it on you brother and
You chuck it on you sister
You chuck it on that one and you chuck it on me

Nobody naw give you no break
Police naw give you no break
Soldier naw give you no break
Not even you idren naw give you no break

Why did you have to act so mean don't you know
You're a human being born of a mother with
The love of a father reflections come and reflections go
I know sometimes you want to let go
I know sometimes you want to let go

Over this past winter break, my son (now 20 years old) hosted his third annual Fondue Soiree. Dress code is ties for the guys and dresses for the gals; refreshments include several types of fondue (naturally) along with cheese/sausage/munchies and a choice of pop or sparkling grape juice (they go through the better part of a case) for drinks. The concept and execution were completely his ideas; Mom and Dad provided minimal input, except for a fairly visible presence (the better to prevent illegal behavior as well as overt PDAs...if you wanna do that, go get a room elsewhere) and the rule that everybody has to be outtahere by midnight.

Attendance has been in the range of something like thirty or so every year. And these are not what you would normally consider top-of-the-social-crust soiree types (this ain't Beverly Hills, trust me on this one)...just regular kids who liked the idea of a party where you had to dress up a bit. (Several of the boys in attendance were/are Dan's hunting and fishing buddies, and much more natural-looking in blaze orange or in flannels than in a suit and tie.) Anyhow: We live out in the country a couple of miles from town. Being well up in the Frozen Tundra in late December/early January, our yard is sufficiently snowed over (and our driveway insufficiently large) so that there is no way we can handle all of the kids' vehicles on our property. Not a problem; there is a little country crossroad less than a hundred yards from our house where the kids were able to park their vehicles without having to move every time somebody wanted to leave.

One of the advantages of living in a small town is that you know most of the kids...doubly so when they are kids that your own offspring hang out with. So it was something of a surprise when, shortly after midnight the first year with the party just breaking up, one of the kids yelled that there was a cop car on the crossroad with the lights flashing. I immediately grabbed my jacket and went out to investigate. I approached the ossifer and introiduced myself - "Hi...these kids just came from my house where my son was hosting a party. Is there something wrong?". The nice officer reassured me that no, nothing was wrong. Some neighbors had noticed that there were several cars parked on the road and that kids were coming and going, and that he was just coming out to check things over. He then asked "Are you the guys with the fondue party?" When I replied in the affirmative, he offered that "we don't get an awful lot of calls for fondue parties". Everything was fine, though, and within a couple of minutes he as well as the rest of the kids were on their way.

And, of course, I took advantage of the opportunity to subtly mention this out loud in front of our kids. The part about the neighbors calling the cops, that is. Just to nip any ideas about parties while Mom and Dad were gone right in the bud. Yes, they are good kids. Sometimes, though, a little fear-of-God stuff can go a long way...

PlacentiaSoccerMom wrote:Last night, Maddie went to a Masquerade Ball for a friend's 18th birthday. The party on the same street as my friend Ellen's house, so I parked at her house and Maddie showed her Auntie Ellen her costume and then we walked Maddie to the party. (Maddie was dressed as Scarlett O'Hara.)

Did you make her costume out of curtains?

She wanted me to.

Actually, she wore my 11th grade prom dress. I found a hoop skirt on eBay and spent an hour putting her hair in ringlets.

ulysses5019 wrote:
Bad boys, bad boys whatcha want
Whatcha gonna do when sherrif John Brown
come for you tell me whatcha gonna do.

I'm coming for you next, Avatar Boy. After I bust up that masquerade party.

Sheriff John Brown wrote:

ulysses5019 wrote:
Bad boys, bad boys whatcha want
Whatcha gonna do when sherrif John Brown
come for you tell me whatcha gonna do.

I'm coming for you next, Avatar Boy. After I bust up that masquerade party.

Hey! The reindeer need to be fed.

peacock2121 wrote:You left out the:

"I am so proud."

I laughed out loud.

AlphaDummy wrote:He then asked "Are you the guys with the fondue party?" When I replied in the affirmative, he offered that "we don't get an awful lot of calls for fondue parties".

Wow, your fondue party is famous!

peacock2121 wrote:You left out the:

"I am so proud."

Actually, I am proud of myself for not immediately going over there when I found out that there were cops at the party.

MarleysGh0st wrote:

peacock2121 wrote:You left out the:

"I am so proud."

I laughed out loud.

Yay!

You got it.

PlacentiaSoccerMom wrote:

peacock2121 wrote:You left out the:

"I am so proud."

Actually, I am proud of myself for not immediately going over there when I found out that there were cops at the party.

I knew you could find a proud part!