Gleeful GaGa

There are a few things sacred in The House of Burning Bras. Unlimited chocolate consumption, the freedom to wear pyjamas all day, the agreement to stack books on every clean surface. Lately though, by vote, we've added two more to the list. These two are so important to the fabric of the house that I felt a blog was neccesary, they are, of course, Glee and GaGa.

It all began a few weeks ago. We were watching the Lady GaGa episode of Glee, I should say from the off that we've been watching Glee from episode one and have all fallen in love with it, furthermore GaGa has been playing on loop in the car for months. So there we were, our fav show, our fav singer...

'It's legend, clear legend,' Vix said. 'I don't see how they can possibly beat it.'
'The Bad Romance performance was wicked, wicked,' Bear agreed.
They were right, the episode was indeed the pinnacle of gleedom. I looked across at them both and knew immediately what we had to do.
'We can do a better Bad Romance than that,' I said.
'Huh?' Bear asked, tearing her gaze from the final few minutes.
'We can beat that,' I said again.
I looked at the clock, half ten on a school night. It was possibly a smidge late, might possibly be a smite too noisy for our neighbours but this was Glee, this was GaGa - in one go - what choice did we have?

I waited until the end of the episode, as soon as the credits rolled I turned to the princesses. 'You have fifteen minutes to assemble a GaGa costume, fifteen minutes until the music starts and then we will perform Bad Romance.'
'Ohmegod Mom are you serious?' Vix asked.
'Not up for the challenge?' I said. 'Bear and I can do it alone if you're not.'
She bristled, as I knew she would. The very possibility of a show occuring anywhere within a five mile radius without Vix taking part was enough to make her swell like a bullfrog. I could see her begin racing through costume possibilities in her mind.
'Yes I wanna do it,' Bear said - her little face all excited.
'Right then,' I said. 'The fifteen minute costume creation starts... now.'
They ran faster than the last time I shouted the words cupcake and I followed desperate to get my hands on the pink tights before Vix snagged them.

It was a frantic fifteen minutes, Vix ran around the house screaming for her PVC leggings, Bear shuffled along on size 6 multi-coloured striped high heels (she's a size two) and I had to do some serious stomach sucking in order to fit into a black basque becuase the one I wanted was mysteriously absent. I was first to the livingroom where I had Bad Romance on the ready. I looked at the clock and bit my lip when I realised it was almost eleven. The neighbours were gonna moan, the kids would be late to bed...
'Don't look at me!' Vix shrieked as she entered. 'I want it to be a suprise!'
'Don't look at me either,' Bear insisted as she tottered in. I thought I heard her slip on the heels again and stiffled a giggle.
'Press play mom!' Vix shouted.
'But I can't look,' I said.
'Bloody hell mom, do it with your eyes closed.'
'Don't look at me,' Bear said again.
I, somehow made my way over to the dvd player and assumed position. 'Ready?' I asked.
'Yes, yes, press play!' they said.
So I did.
I turned round as 'RA, RA, RA, RA, RA' started to see Vix dressed in black PVC leggings and a fab lacy black basque - a basque that looked suspicously like the one I was looking for. Bear looked amazing in a pink tutu, black vest and face net. She was also perched on Vix's five inch heels and I had strong doubts about her ability to dance her way round the wooden floors without serious injury.
'Let's do it!' Vix screamed.

So we did, we danced, and we sang and we followed Bad Romance with Just Dance and then Poker Face and then Bad Romance again, it was a GaGa fest. We were probably pretty awful (in fact we've since been compared to Jahm on last nights X Factor) but we didn't care. By the time we'd finished it was going on for midnight and I thought I'd heard the neighbour stomping up the stairs more than once.
'You've got school tomoz,' I said. 'And I've got work.'
The girls grinned, they were hot and sweaty and both looked a picture. Now I suspect if we lived in any other house but The House of Burning Bras that we wouldn't do this sort of thing. If I was more of a stern-type parent I would have insisted they go to bed, hell I wouldn't have even made the suggestion in the first place. But you know what, sometimes being a parent is not just about sending the kids to bed at a certain time, it's not just about making them eat their veg and brush their teeth. It's about fun, it's about being impulsive and it's about building memories. In ten years time we'll remember this night (I've photographic proof for future blackmail purposes) and we'll remember the fun we had - the three of us together. GaGa, Glee and my Girls - it doesn't get much more perfect than that.