Don't feel bad, Dede! I blissfully kicked in the wrong direction all around the dance floor and had fun explaining to the kids that they had to pretend they were kicking cow poop off their feet. Didn't hear anyone yell "bullshit" since there were a LOT of kids there. We're going to find, hopefully, an overnight babysitter for this junket since we don't want to have to rush home - they'd pass out about the time we're ordering dinner and, as for the kilt contest, should there be one, well, I don't think we need their commentary!
