Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Well it’s Junior/Senior Prom Night here in the neighborhood of Port Swiller Manor, and although Ol’ Robbo got a bye the first time around because Eldest Gel was never interested in that sort of thing, both Middle and Youngest are out on the tiles tonight.  (Youngest got asked to fill in a spot in some of her older friends’ group.  She says she feels like chopped liver, and almost backed out this afternoon except that she’d already invested time and money in the thing.)

In a moment of weakness a couple weeks ago, Ol’ Robbo agreed to let the MG host an “after party” here at Port Swiller Manor. So, somewhere about midnight tonight, the limo is going to drop off her and some proportion (which seems to be changing hourly) of her group to continue their revels into the wee hours.

When we agreed to host, we basically read the kids the Riot Act:  Only members of their group are allowed here.  If we catch anyone drinking, we call their parents to come retrieve them.  If we catch anyone smoking or vaping, ditto.  If we catch anyone doing drugs, we call the cops.  Party is done by 3 ack emma at the latest: Girls can stay in MG’s room upstairs, boys in the basement.

Not that I expect any trouble: MG is a quiet, responsible type, not given to debauchery.  Nor, so far as I know them, are her friends.  They’ll probably spend most of their time playing Mario-Cart (at which the Gel will thrash anyone who dares go up against her) or watching cheesy movies.  I heard from somebody else that her party was already being pre-labeled as “lame” by the Cool Kids, but that’s just musick to Ol’ Robbo’s ears.

As for Youngest, she will need to be fetched after the dance is over, as she has no interest whatsoever in going on to her own group’s after party, which from what she tells me will be downright Babylonian in its excesses.

Anyhoo, Ol’ Robbo’s most challenging task is going to be managing just to stay awake long enough to keep an eye on things. (Mrs. R doesn’t know it yet, but no way is Ol’ Robbo going to be shanghaied into being the one to go fetch Youngest.)

I’ll let you know how it goes.

UPDATE:  Done and done.  It went about the way we thought it would, and both Gels seem to have had a good time. The after party was a pretty subdued affair, and even Eldest Gel admitted this morning that she couldn’t complain about the noise level. Of course, we’re all zombies today.

BTW, I heard that the dance for the other high school across town from us (which also had its prom last evening) was shut down in mid-festivity because some kids tried to bring pot in.  Apparently both police and fire were called to the venue and the authorities cleared everyone out.  Dumb kids.