Last Saturday night, the first semi-formal dance of the year was held here at UD. It was in celebration of the end of a thing called Charity Week here, a week filled with Princess Bride (the theme of the week) references because of course, everyone here is awesome and knows the script verbatim. Seriously. My history professor has quoted it more than once in class. If you haven’t seen it, do it now.
Anyway, I wasn’t quite sure if I even was going until the night of the dance. My family (ie, Cale and Mary) had come to visit for the weekend, and I was not going to miss hanging out with them if I could help it. Luckily, they didn’t have any plans for the night, so I threw on a black dress (compliments of my sister-in-law, Aurora), let down my hair, and headed out to the dance with my trusty sidekicks, Emma and Killian.
This picture brings up the issue of height that I’ve been having here in college. Simply put, there is a startling lack of tall people here-specifically guys. A couple of weeks ago, I asked Clare what I should write a a blog post about. Her answer was: guys. The fact is, there really aren’t enough guys here that live up to my standard of being at least (come on, please!) an inch taller than me. College was quite the culture shock in this aspect.
But, I’m done with that tangent for now. The dance was a success at least. Guys or no guys. They played “Cotton-eyed Joe”, the ultimate Slattery dance song, and I danced until my feet hurt, looking like the Irish, country bumpkin that I am. I returned back to my dorm that night happy to have gone, feet aching pleasantly, and eyes heavy with sleep. But then again, this IS college. When am I not tired?
Until later, everyone. I have a paper to write!