I had intended to attach a video clip of A-man and his serious dance skills...but, alas....I can't find my cord thingie that will upload my video from the camera to my computer. I thought I had all my chargers and power cords together in a little basket in my kitchen - but that one apparently made a run for it.
So, until I hunt him down here are some still shots...
The reception was at a beautiful country club. There were seating assignments and instead of numbers, each table had a Chicago area venue name, such as, United Center, Soldier Field, Navy Pier - and then each table had a postcard from that venue. I thought it was a really fun and unique idea! We were at the United Center...and since there are 8 of us....we took up a whole table ourselves!
It was a beautiful place....very fancy....from the lighting....
To the butter...
It is at this point that these two....started making fun of me...
and offered to let me take pictures of their chewed up dinners.
These two were allowed to wear high heels for the very first time. I tried to warn them....but I guess we all need to learn these lessons on our own....they lasted for about 30 minutes on the dance floor - before they joined the leagues of barefoot women out there! They looked too grown up in their heels anyway!
Sprite is.....spicy!
Guess what A-man turned his chicken into?
Yup, a gun. I think he sort of fancied himself as James Bond - the tux, the chicken gun....the ladies...
Okay, let's move onto the dance portion of our evening.
From the moment we stepped into the room, A-man and S-girl could NOT wait to get out on the dance floor. There was mood music playing in the background and that was enough for them. The problem was the wedding cake was on display in the middle of the dance floor - so a few of us spoilsport moms said no dancing until the cake was gone.
Fast forward a bit and here is what you get...
Here he is with his cousin C....in the background was his other frequent dance partner, his cousin A.
There was fancy footword, twirling, dipping, and yes, even lifts...
As Rainman said later that night...."That boy watches too many dancing shows with his mother!" Who knew he was absorbing it all like a sponge???
He was Tom Jones-ing it up later in the night - he was just missing the big gold jewelry....and ladies throwing undergarments at him. He even had ladies getting him his drinks (Sprite) all night.
My little Tom Jones....(looking pretty innocent)
Tom having one last dance with the bride..
A caught bouquet for L-girl...
Crash number one...
And crash number two...
So, back to the hotel we go....a great time had by all!
Next up: The Reunion....or, if I can find it...video clips of Tom Jones in action!
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