The Belles of the Ball

So we donned our sweaters and headed to Whiteface for what we hoped would be a fabulous evening of fun for everyone. Welllll........................not so much.
First, it was billed as having a separate kids's party with hikes, and food for kids and activities. We walked the kids over excitedly and found some lackluster teenagers, essentially running a daycare. Rubber hamburgers on the table. Great idea to have babysitting but if it had been billed that way we may have made alternate plans. Our big mistake with kids was not bringing their skis as they were going to have night skiing but we all thought the boys would like to try some other stuff. The organizers were also adamant about not having kids in the main lodge so we didn't get to see or mingle with the kids, as they were in separate building. Again, if it were adults only, period, Joe and I love and appreciate these kind of events but it wasn't billed that way. The kids would have liked the music and the food and we might have paid extra for them to be able to hang.
The next problem was organization. After about an hour, Joe said "so, which line do you want to stand on next". Lines for everything, not enough seats, mediocre food- though I didn't try a lot because we would have literally been in a line all night. Joe and I decided to trek over to check on kids and loved what we saw. They had found (smuggled) a cafeteria tray and were trekking up one of the darkened ski hills and riding the trays down the mountain, having a blast. Joe and I headed back to sweater land and sat outside to watch a 1950's promotional film for Whiteface, really great and a nice touch to have the outside viewing with fires going. After that, the kids were freezing and we were kinda done. We decided to not stay for the snowcat parade or the fireworks. I kept saying, more simple, better executed would have been my druthers. We were home by 10pm, and ended on a high note watching The Wire on DVD