My eldest daughter can now add ‘corporate model’ to her growing resume. Since she is apparently the quintessential fair-haired child, she was asked to accompany some friends to an event last Friday night, and I in turn as her escort. It seems that Ella’s friend– who is a Vice-President at a local lending institution– has been working hard to ink a deal with a potential client. Since said client has a wife and three children, and since Disney on Ice is in town, our friend saw the wise opportunity to invite them all to the corporate skybox for the big show. But she needed an excuse to attend in the first place– what to do? Enter Ella, Corporate Shill and Spokesmodel, and perhaps the most utterly enjoyable win/win/win in the history of big business.
After several days of eager anticipation, the dear child picked out her favorite ball gown– a green velvet gift from her Auntie Trish– and proceeded to get ‘shiny’ for the big evening. With her earnest encouragement, I followed suit, carefully selecting a casual-yet-unembarrassing ensemble to make myself ‘shiny’ too. Thusly arrayed in our casual splendor, we stepped into a magical evening that cost us not a cent.
The show was already underway as we arrived at the posh suite, so we bypassed the array of foods and drink and headed right for an open seat. Staring into the huge bowl that is the Verizon center, and faced with all of the lights and loud music– not to mention the many ‘monkeys’ dancing on the ice– Ella was more than a little overwhelmed. Fortunately, she was not overcome to the point that she needed a retreat, but only to the point that she needed to sit in dad’s lap and hold both of his hands. Which seemed to me like just about the best thing, ever, until she recognized the occasional character and would smile and shout with delight as she bounced up and down on my lap. If I ever wondered why otherwise sane folks shell out big bucks for tickets and parking and snacks and souvenirs, I didn’t have to wonder any more: those delighted smiles were a straight shot of adrenaline to a father’s soul.