The reasons I hated the Sioux-Ute dance were sevenfold: 1. The music would be deafening and of the Lil’ Wayne and Jonas Brothers variety. 2. I would spend the evening policing the furtive grindings of 14-year-olds and the night patrolling the camp grounds for secret rendezvous.
Christmas shopping is pretty much the bane of my existence. Most gift guides in magazines and on websites are terribly unimaginative – they say “For Your Sister” and have a bunch of nondescript beaded necklaces and scented candles, for example.