Tuesday, December 16, 2008

cotillion dance  

posted by Michael Piwonka 9:44 PM
A couple weekends ago I attended a father-daughter dance with Allie. It was part of her Cotillion classes.

Before they sat down, each boy escorted a girl to her chair. Before the dance, however, there was a short instructional class for the young students; I waited, along with other parents, out of sight until the dance started.

I couldn't help but smile as the instructor discussed proper behavior regarding a wide variety of social situations. The 30-or-so students listened attentively, giggling occasionally at some of the topics. Everyone was dressed smartly, with jackets and ties for the boys, and dresses for the girls (Allie had a cute sequined 1920's flapper dress). Seating was boy-girl-boy-girl around the dance floor.

Among the various topics discussed were:
Once the dance finally started, the parents (it was both a father-daughter dance, and a mother-son dance) were given instruction in the waltz, the cha-cha-cha, and the shag. We did a couple dances of each type, after the dads/sons formally asked the daughters/moms for a dance.

Allie and I had a blast. We laughed our way through each dance. I never stepped on Allie's feet, but she managed to step on her own a couple times!

Allie told me that she can't wait for their formal ball sometime in the spring. Dads won't be invited, as a boy will ask her to the ball.

And, of course, she informed me that she will need a new dress for the ball.

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