The other day, Jude received this invitation in the mail...
It's Cotillion, y'all! That last bastion of civility, graciousness and good manners. It's so high society and SOUTHERN. I love it! And even though Jude is fairly resistant about the idea of learning how to be a proper gentleman and needing to dress up and dance with an actual girl, he will be MADE to join Cotillion because...well...just because. Because it's what well-bred young men do. And because his Grandmama is up in heaven wearing her good pearls and her Coach bag, and jumping up and down with joy.
For those of you unfamiliar with the Los Angeles Cotillion, it is a hundred-year old tradition, offered to the children of the Hancock Park area of Los Angeles. While Beverly Hills is the trashy, new-money area of LA, Hancock Park is the elegant, old-money area. Though we don't actually live in Hancock Park. We live in what realtors would describe as "Hancock Park Adjacent", which is code for the armpit where Koreatown, Little Armenia, Little El Salvador and Thai Town intersect. So Jude has not been invited because of his blood-lines or wealth, but simply because I'm friends with half of the "Patroness Committee", and the 5th Grade Chairman is the mom of one of his best friends.
According to the invitation...
Cotillion is a multi-year series of semi-formal dancing parties with etiquette instruction where girls and boys are afforded the opportunity to develop social skills, acquire and practice good manners, increase self-esteem, and prepare themselves to experience any social situation with confidence.
Don't you love it! From what I hear, the dance parties are led by a husband and wife who have been running Cotillion since the dawn of time, and have, in fact, taught etiquette to the parents of many of Jude's friends. And they seem like a rather well-mannered group to me.
Girls are required to wear modest party dresses with covered shoulders and backs, white gloves, socks or hose, and low-heeled dancing shoes. Boys are required to wear suits or sport coats with dress slacks, dress shirt and tie, dress shoes and dark socks.
WHITE GLOVES, y'all!
From the website...
Basic social dances, traditional good manners and the importance and relevance of interpersonal relationship skills are taught in graduated levels, progressing each Cotillion year in difficulty and variety. Each party typically consists of a short receiving line, group dancing instruction, various etiquette lessons, refreshment service, and a fun party game or friendly contest.
Hehehe!! I am giddy with excitement! A receiving line!
Jude is going to HATE it, but I don't care! It's everything Mama wished for me, but was never able to deliver. She was dying for me to put on the white dress and have my debut as a debutante, but alas, our social status just didn't cut it.
Do you want to hear the BEST part? The Christmas dance is a Mother/Son, Father/Daughter dance! That's right, I will get to put on a nice dress and dance WITH HIM. I'm getting all misty and hormonal just thinking about it!
And hopefully, the boy will learn a thing or two about how to behave. My friend Rachel told me that when she first went out with her now-husband, Nick, she knew there was something special about him when, despite his hipster style and laid-back demeanor, he always opened the car door for her, and held the door when she entered the room. How did he learn this? Cotillion! The very same one.
Ooo, I'm going to have to go brush up on my fox trot. And clean Mama's pearls.