Winter Ball
The fourteen-year-old boy I tutor invited me to the Winter Ball. I asked him if I would be the only 31-year-old date there, and he responded that I probably would. I decided I should think of some ice-breakers I could use with the other 9th graders, since it’s been a while. Here’s what I came up with:
“So, what’s it like having been born when grunge was cool and the first Bush administration was in office?”
“Is
that Angel smell? Boy, I wish I had $70 to spend on perfume.”“Do you want to learn how to drive? I can teach you because I have 17 years of experience at it.”
“Gee, I didn’t realize that someone born in 1990 could be a foot taller than I am.”
“Do your parents have any cute single friends?”
I think I’ll be OK, so long as I don’t get too excited when the 80’s music plays.