Friday Night

We've kind of gotten away from Meercat Manor lately for our Friday night pizza nights. As it turns out, even though meercats engage in some fairly soap-opera-like antics, after you overcome your wonderment that they do act a lot like Luke and Laura, Greenley and Brock, and of course, Dimitri and Erica, they are, after all, meercats, and you realize they're fairly limited in the scope of interesting things they might do. Oh, I see Daisy's run off and slept with Dr. Drake Ramore of the other herd again and that's verbotten, and her mother, the matriarch Phoebe, has kicked her out of the herd, again, and it all just becomes incredibly tiresome. Show us something we haven't seen, Meercats! Can you shoot satellites out of the Earth's orbit like the Chinese?

Anyway, and So. Last night we did pizza/ice cream sundaes and watched Mad Hot Ballroom,




Amazon says this: Eleven-year-old New York City public school kids journey into the world of ballroom dancing and reveal pieces of themselves and their world along the way. Told from their candid, sometimes hilarious perspectives, these kids are transformed, from reluctant participants to determined competitors, from typical urban kids to "ladies and gentlemen," on their way to try to compete in the final citywide competition. Providing unique insight into the incredible cultural diversity that is New York City, this film profiles several kids from three schools (out of 60) at this dynamic age, when becoming that "cool" teenager vies for position with familiar innocence, while they learn the merengue, rumba, tango, the foxtrot and swing.

This is exactly what children look like when they're eating pizza and watching Mad Hot Ballroom:



And then, right before bedtime, Sammy and Jordan performed some dances for us.