Burn, baby burn: A report from Sophie's Disco Inferno

We did it all.

Husband hung the disco ball.

One of the school parents, a professional DJ, generously volunteered his time. (Note to self: Take this man to lunch!)

Sophie blew out candles.


We devoured a cake,

danced like chickens,

learned the Cha Cha Slide (good thing my girlfriend has been to so many bar mitzvahs and really has this nailed),


hung out with our favorite friends,


and crowd surfed Sophie around the room.

At the end the evening, the pizza boxes were empty, streamers were on the ground, and the cake leveled. I found a small pair of tights in the middle of it all. I think that's a sign of a successful party.

At the end of the evening, Sophie was exhausted but happy. She said it was the best party she ever had. But Husband said it was too large, too unstructured. So next year I'm letting him plan the party. The whole thing. He says he has lots of ideas, starting with snail races, which he imagines will be a quiet activity. Don't worry—I would never to that to my girl. But if the party were a wee bit smaller, that would be ok.

Thanks to readers for the moral support and good wishes!!

Coming up: A report from last night's champagne and accordion party for the last of our pod to turn forty. The fun never ends. Hope you're having a good weekend!