Screaming Bean |
Monday, April 04, 2005
Survived the Ball on Saturday night. It had its good points, like the semi-intoxicated friend who told me to "Rock on!" and making fun of the people who really thought they were going to the prom. (Opera gloves, corsages...you get the picture.) It did have a distinct frat party vibe though. Dancing in a postage stamp size dance floor, getting drinks spilled on you, getting to know intimate details of other people's anatomy other than your date...not so cool. Still, I can say I went, and I can say that some of my fellow classmates missed their calling...can I say lap dancer?
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