Posts tagged ‘dancing’

Partying At “The Dome”

the weekend was interesting.  i saw a lot of people i was use to seeing every saturday night at college.  i also saw a few people i wanted to avoid, but failed miserably at.  i tried to just sit there and ignore certain creepers, but apparently i had an inviting look on my face that said “come closer, and put your arm around me.”

the best thing about alumni weekend was experiencing “the dome.”  what a fitting name for an off-campus house, because as dane cook says, “if you come there you know what the fuck’s up.”  the named dome room is actually the dj booth, the real magical room is the one behind that.  it was like being at a rave: fog machine on overload, lasers, black lights, and loud music.  but the dance floor didn’t really pick up till “i’m on a boat” came on…

shortly after a guy approaches mia madison, “will you dance with my friend he has down syndrome?”  that’s when she got scared, because he was actually something worse: a blacked out lacrosse player.  why weren’t all college parties like this?


February 22, 2009 at 7:01 pm Leave a comment

Hell to Heaven

i just had the best weekend i’ve had in a while, but it didn’t start off that way.  i was on the bus ride from hell.  i already had reservations about the bus ride from past experience, but i put those emotions aside when i saw how cheap it was. 

my friend, the prance kitten, and i stood in line for the bus for a good 30 minutes, after 25 minutes of waiting we decided we should get some food for the ride.  then right as she was looking at our options, the bus started boarding…no food for us.  normally i can last 4 hours without food, but i didn’t eat anything since lunch which was 5 hours before.  then we sat in seats with zero leg room.  my legs aren’t long, but they need space to be free.  and if that wasn’t enough the heat was easily set to 90 degrees.  we were sitting in pools of our own sweat…it wasn’t pretty. 

we decided our only options was to take off all the clothes we could while still looki being covered up and just keep talking to keep food off our minds.  it was torture to see the people in front of us pull out sandwiches followed by numerous snacks.  if i had an escape i would have taken something and ran, but i was stuck.  eventually we got there and ordered indian food, streched our legs, and got really cold in the 10 degree weather…it was great.

i think god felt bad, and decided to help me out the next day.  prance kitten and i went to the gym for a dance class.  i spotted my first nyc celeb, david duchovny…appartently the dance teacher has been trying to get him to take the class for weeks.  i was already excited for the dance class for just being dance, but it got better when i heard the first notes….kill the lights.  if dancing to britney wasn’t good enough the 80 year old woman next to me, made me love it even more.  she goes 3 times a week, and really knew how to break it down.

great memories were made, and those were just the first 24 hours.

January 19, 2009 at 11:49 am 2 comments

Total Opposites

I thought I was done with this whole blog scene, but I can’t hold this in any longer.  Yesterday I found out who one of my roommates will be in Nebraska.  I immediately told my cousin who will also be a roommate since she was at work….and she started her research right aka facebook.  And this is what she found:

A picture of her glady holding a dead deer with blood flowing out of its mouth.  Who put’s pictures like that on facebook?  It’s one thing to be a hunter, that I deal with as I have many in my family, but this is a whole nother level.  I couldn’t freak out fast enough.  My cousin kept investigating (since she friended her….this will be a theme of everyone we meet in Nebraska) and I didn’tand made a note of her interests: camping, fishing, boating, (and most obviously) hunting…I don’t think we could be more opposite. 

We sent the picture to family and friends.  The exact I got from my most recent roommate at PC was “FUCK.”  I guess she just said what we were all thinking. 

Eventually I had to leave for work and allowed my mind to think of other things for the next few hours until this morning when my mom asked about her.  She told me my aunt told her about her name, where she’s from, etc. , but all I kept saying was “yeah, but do you know?”…so I showed her.  My mom tried to stay reasonable, and asked what other pictures of her looked like.  But since I’m the way I am (not extremely friendly or stalkerish) I did not friend her on facebook, so I all I could go by was the little picture by her name in a search.  In which everything seems like something I can deal with. 

Then she tried to play if off differently, “what if she was your roommate at PC?”  But let’s be real, girls like that don’t go to PC or if they do I’ve never knew because they keep it a secret because they know it’s not socially acceptable.  And even my mom who’s been around hunting her entire life kept saying the same thing “but why would she put that picture on facebook?”….my point exactly.  But the best response of the day was from DC Hero: ” I think you’re going to learn a lot from living out there.”

As a contrast the first picture in my profile is me in a dress with all my friends as we are ready to go to a school function.  She probably would be freaking out if she saw my profile too…my interests include fashion, dancing, and britney.

August 5, 2008 at 8:00 am Leave a comment

Formal Attire 101

Being my own fashion icon and all, I think it’s only appropriate to give advice to any other young women out there.  For senior week I have a formal coming up, and of course I bought my dress months ago to hopefully ensure no one else will have it.  But I did make a mistake and purchase it at Cache.  I would have loved to have bought it at a boutique or some other store in South Carolina (which is where I was when I bought it), but it didn’t work out like that.  So if anyone else is wearing this dress:

please go return it and look for another.  My worst nightmare is to wear the same thing at someone else.  (Side note: this happened to me once this year, when I walked into class, luckily I could conceal the mishap by wearing a sweatshirt.)

Now that that’s squared away let me pass this advice onto you:  short dresses are the new formal dresses.  Wearing a long dress reminds me of prom (an event I’d rather forget) and it makes me look even short than I am (5’1″).  Short dresses offer versatility for dancing, plus you get to show of the legs you work so hard in the gym.  And for strapless dresses I recommend buying one size smaller than normal to ensure everything stays in place.  The other problems associated with buying a size smaller can be fixed with spanx.

April 28, 2008 at 12:23 pm 1 comment

Seinfeld at Night


Well it looked to be just a typical Saturday night for me.  I could have stayed home, but it really wasn’t an option.  So I evaluated my situation: Some alumni were up for the weekend and were headed to the same bar we went to last night (this would have been the easy choice).  Some other friends were headed downtown for a birthday.  And with this going on, I started to hear George in my head:

Waitress : Tuna on toast, coleslaw, cup of coffee.

George : Yeah. No, no, no, wait a minute, I always have tuna on toast. Nothing’s ever worked out for me with tuna on toast. I want the complete opposite of on toast. Chicken salad, on rye, untoasted … and a cup of tea.

I knew I had to go downtown.  Why have a continuation like last night when I could go downtown to a place I’ve never been before?

There was a big group of us, most of which I didn’t know, so after we got drinks, I was a little outgoing.  I introduced myself, and was soon dancing with all of them.  Dancing, if you don’t know me, is one thing I love, so that part wasn’t hard.  The hard part was dancing with someone that I have no interest in.  If I don’t like you, it’s hard to dance with you.  But I got over myself, and realized he was actually a good dancer…a little forward, but still a good dancer.  I had to give it to him; most guys are too shy or self conscious to dance in public.  Too stay with him all night, would have been too easy, so I left with my friend early to get back to our alumni friends. 

We had an hour left before the bar closed, but we made the best of it.  We were dancing and yelling singing along.  At one point dancing seemed like an obstacle course.  One friend was swinging his ass so hard it made it hard not to fall over, and one friend is so tall that I crawled through his legs just to escape the maddness.  In the end, it was a good night because it was so far from normal.

February 17, 2008 at 2:53 pm 3 comments