I’ve got moves yoooou’ve nevah seen.

Yesterday was our annual family reunion.

It was also Cool College Babysitter’s graduation party.

We were all bummed that we couldn’t go to her party, but I told her that I would come over after everyone had left from our house.

Her younger, more energetic college crowd would last much longer than the guests at my house would.

I left my house at about 10:00 pm.

I’d never actually been to CCB’s house before.

I didn’t even know which house was hers, but I knew which road she lived on.

I’d see the cars and know which house to go to.

When I pulled onto her street, there were cars lined up and down both sides of the road.

She was having a kick-ass party.

There was music blasting from the backyard of the first house on the street.

I walked around to the back of the house to the pool where everyone was.

I knew CCB had a pool.  I was curious to see what it looked like.

It was pretty freaking nice.

The place was packed.

There was some serious latin music blasting.

I was suprised.

There were at least 5 couples salsa dancing.

Huh.

I had no idea CCB was into salsa, and her college friends were really good dancers.

I looked around for CCB.

I couldn’t find her.

Because I was at the wrong fucking house.

Oops.

I high tailed it out of there and hurried down the driveway.

I was about to text her when I heard someone yell her name from the backyard of the house across the street.

Okay.

This time I had the right house.

By this point it was about 10:30.

There were only a few close family friends and relatives left on the back patio.

They were watching CCB and a couple of her friends shotgun a beer.

Her eyes just about popped out of her head when she saw me.

I don’t think she believed I would actually show up.

So she brought me down by the pool where there was a crew of about 20 college kids.

They were swimming,

and dancing,

and drinking,

and playing beer pong.

She introduced me to them all.

I felt old.

Once you get into this Mom mode, it’s hard to get out of it.

Every conversation I had eventually turned to my kids.

I couldn’t help myself.

I felt older.

They were passing around bottles of tequila.

And sangria.

And saying things like,

“Dude.

This playlist is impressive.”

Note to self,

when hanging with college kids,

mention the playlist.

Then the dancing started.

When I was in college,

we did dances like the lawn mower.

And the sprinkler.

And the occasional shopping cart.

Last night I learned a few new dances.

The first one was the Bernie.

Yeah.

You dance like a dead dude in that one.

You know, like the guy from Weekend at Bernie’s.

Then there was the Dougie.

I’m gonna have to Google that one.

I still don’t know how to do it.

But my favorite was was the wheelchair.

Because that’s pretty much what I needed at 12:13 a.m. when I finally left.

By that time,

I was feeling really old.

Today, after I recover from staying up way past my bedtime,

I’m gonna work on a few new dance moves of my own to show those college youngsters.

I’m gonna introduce them to the stroller.

The tantrum.

And the for my grand finale, I’m gonna break out shred the tampons.

Just wait.

Those moves will be all over You Tube by the end of the first semester next year.