The girls told me they wanted to create a “dance party rock out” room, and asked if they could “decorate”.  Yes, why not?  How could pulling out every last thing you own and throwing it around a room look any different than the house looks right now? Plus, I wanted to see what a “dance party rock out” room would entail.

First order of business?  They edged the entire space with stuffed animals reading books. Lots and lots of books.

Hmm.  Feel free to Inigo Montoya with me, “You keep using that word.  I do not think it means what you think it means.”

I decided the truth could certainly wait.  The stuffed unicorn throwing up in the bathroom on nickel beer night, and crying about the purple hippo not asking for her number and then she walks out to find him dancing with the Pretty Pony? Yes, all of these things can wait. Hopefully…forever.

I liked the classy understatement of the reading rock out room, and it didn’t hinder the party, because they rocked out to their jammin’ tunes. That’s it, I’m calling for more pop up library dance parties…I’m digging this. But I won’t be able to act on it for a few days, because the girls and I are taking off for an end-of-summer girls’ trip.  Meet me in St. Louis, Louis, meet me at the… 

Stay classy Indianapolis, we’ll be back next week.