So, I decided to give in to peer pressure and go to the Senior Ball. Apparently, the dress for the night was semi-formal, so half the class showed up in little black dresses, suits and tie, or slacks and a jacket, and the rest of us just came in our street clothes (I was definitely in the latter group, though I wore a belt. That counts for something right?).
All in all, it was good, sober fun. Really sober, because other than the people that snuck flasks into Fayerweather, there was absolutely no alcohol. That said, the committee organizing the event got some of the music majors to do music, which was pretty good once five or six people told them that the ironic songs from the 70s weren’t really doing it for the audience. Fayerweather didn’t really fill up until after 11:00, once everybody who pre-gamed showed up (too bad for them, they missed “The Electric Slide” . . .). Most of the class was there towards the end of the night. I left around 11:30 to finish some reading for Friday (lame, I know), but apparently everyone started making out like, right after I left.
The whole thing kind of reminded me of a pretty good high school dance, except without the crazy after party where everyone who was cool in high school went to someone’s house and got wasted. Yeah, I definitely would have rather gone to Cocktails. Can somebody work on finding the douches who left all their pot on the school-bus floor, then pummeled the bus driver?
3 comments:
hey ev, nice blog. i vote "kodename kingfisher."
-- agent z
um, that was less anonymous than it was supposed to be
LOL agent z, I guess that wasn't so anonymous. And I'll have to think about that nickname.
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