Episode 7: Sadies

That first year.  Of the dance, I mean.  I knew Emma liked to have a good time, and I knew that she wanted to make it all special. Almost too special, you know?  I’m not very good at special occasions or making a big deal of things or any of that. 

But the first dance.

She was five, and she was excited to read anything, anywhere.  So, I wrote her a poem.  It was an invitation, really, but it was a poem.  Was it above her five-year-old reading level? Sure. But sometimes, an invitation is more than what you can understand, more than you can even guess at.

 Her first invitation.  To a dance, a real dance.

When Emma told me she was going to Sadie’s, I wondered who she was going to ask. The invitation for Sadie’s is nerve-racking.  Or, more importantly, [in this era of over-the-top and often cringe-inducing promposals] I wondered how she was going to do it.  When your ninth-grade version of cool becomes forever captured on the internet, I hoped she’d go low key with the invite. 

The Sadie Hawkins Dance is, according to our good friends at Wikipedia, “a usually informal dance sponsored by a high school, middle school, or college which the women invite the men.”

She was confident about the dance, though. She’d been to those.  She couldn’t possibly go wrong at the dance. But the invitation?

Then, she let me know she was going with just one person: she has a crew.

Who is this crew?

The same crew from the jump.

The OG crew.

No invitation needed.