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Chad's tale of the Masquerade on Friday night:
Yeah, so we got all dressed up, and that was very cool. I was an awesome semi-formal Phantom, and Sara had a cool cloak from my mom and a raven mask. I sort of envisioned the dance as being moderately classy, porque it was semi-formal and a masquerade, and the only dance I'd ever been to up to this point was that regency ballroom dance, probably not a good basis for estimating what college dances are like. We received compliments on our costumes, but just from the people at the front at the mask-making tables. We showed up at 8:15 (thinking we'd be a bit late to give them time to set up), but they weren't ready, so we came back at 9. Once we got inside, all my dreams were quickly shattered: dark room, flashing, darting lights, insanely loud bass in the worst rap songs, only half the people paid any attention to the dress code (both the semi-formal part and the masquerade part, Sara says because it was free) and trashy dancing. Sara and I wallflowered for a little while, then she decided we needed to dance. So I went along with it, and tried to mimic either what the other guys were doing or matched what Sara was doing, depending on the situation. Being immersed in such an atmosphere was trying, though Sara did show me the reason everyone engages in such dancing with pretty girls (tee hee). So, we did that for a while, more horrible music played, conversation was impossible and/or painful, lights and out-of-sync rap videos played on the wall were irritating, people made inept raving displays. eventually we sat down more, then left at 10:30.
Sara had a fun time. She's more used to these things because she did them in high school (for socialization reasons). I was glad I went; Sara having fun was fun for me. but if she wants to go to another thing, I dunno. I appreciate the ballroom stuff even more now. You know, silly things like class, and light, and conversation.