Nicole and I enjoyed the Girl Scouts father-daughter dance at Embry Hill Church. She wore her first communion dress. I wore a sports coat. Nicole was very concerned that I follow the rules: fathers should wear church clothes. What Nicole doesn’t realize is that the jeans we wear at evening mass are not the typical Sunday morning clothes.

We went to dinner at Ruby Tuesday. Nicole was in the mood for shrimp, so she ordered a sizzling pate of Shrimp Fajitas. I got the steak Fajitas. We both enjoyed our dinners, swapping bites, and not spilling a thing on ourselves. As we walked in and out, people complimented Nicole on how pretty she looked. Nicole just smiled and graciously thanked her fans.

We arrived a tad bit late to the dance which was to last long enough, 7:30 until 10:30. There was a large crowd doing the Hokey Pokey when we arrived. Nicole and I got in on the next dance, a slow Kenny G tune.

We were light on our feet until we loaded up at the refreshment table. As we ate our cookies and brownies, we chatted with Cathy Hooper, Nicole’s troop leader. After a few more dances including Vanilla Ice, Hammer, and “Shout”, we got our pictures taken. There were several door prizes that we did not win and three big rounds of musical chairs.

We stayed right up until the end. Nicole’s feet hurt from dancing so much. Guess her old man wore her out.