Polly Wolly Doodle was the song. Angela was the girl dressed in a gold lame skirt, cowboy vest and hat, and tap shoes. Gabriel was the boy who found himself smitten by this dark haired angel of a girl who lives up the street.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
On a related note...older teenagers who eat their weight in cheetos and pepsi everyday may want to consider whether prancing around stage in butt-less chapps over their leotards stretched so tight they're see through is really their calling in life.--or perhaps we should blame the costume designer. Its really not the fancy-prancy teenagers fault they put her in buttless chaps as a costume. (This really begs the question, what kind of dance recital WAS this!? doesn't it?)
Posted by Goob at 11:20 PM