Episode 4.09 - "Ballroom Blitz"
Happy 175th Birthday, Gettysburg College!! And let me just say... Longest. Birthday. EVER!!! Seriously, y'all, we've been celebrating this since last fall; it's what we call "Overkill." But anywho, it's that special time of year again, the annual SnowBall, a campuswide bash in the ballroom. And after 2 weeks of checking my mail, my authentic Chinese suit jacket arrived from Shanghai, China. HOT!
In order to avoid hearing the Nabisco Chocolate Chip Cookie song (you know the one!) over and OVER again, I've decided to arrive fashionably 2 hours late. Don't get me wrong, I like the Buzz Jones Big Band, the jazz band that always plays music before the DJ arrives, but Nevertheless, I STILL end up hearing them playing that song... TWICE! *twitch-twitch* Anywho, since my sunglasses complete the ensemble, I stroll into the ballroom BLIND AS A BAT, and almost crash and burn into a table. At least I would've looked good doin' it! ;-)
After walking a quick quarter lap around the dancefloor, I latch onto Mel & Beth, and the three of us hang out for most of the night. Too bad they make me feel so old... I suggested we re-enact the 3-way dance scene from Dirty Dancing (y'know, the Hungry Eyes segment), and they had no idea what I was talking about. That reminds me of the time my younger clarinet girls had no clue who Chris Farley was... Ugh, I was walking around in shock for days after that debacle.
Since my trip to New Orleans over the summer turned me on to still photography (something I always looked down on), I decide to enlist Melissa in helping me take some cool, voyeuristic (aka STALKER) snapshots. Doing our best Brad & Angelina impressions, I lead Mel around the dancefloor with my camera propped up on my shoulder as she lets me know when the target's in sight. *flash* Sneaky-sneaky.
As to be expected, after all that feverish rump-shakin', the ballroom becomes hot as hell, so Mel and I take refuge by the Coffee Cart, just as Sarah, Jai, and I did last year. We check out the limited book selection @ the cafe (almost entirely made up of Star Trek anthologies) before inevitably walking home. Not a bad night at all if I do say so myself.
In order to avoid hearing the Nabisco Chocolate Chip Cookie song (you know the one!) over and OVER again, I've decided to arrive fashionably 2 hours late. Don't get me wrong, I like the Buzz Jones Big Band, the jazz band that always plays music before the DJ arrives, but Nevertheless, I STILL end up hearing them playing that song... TWICE! *twitch-twitch* Anywho, since my sunglasses complete the ensemble, I stroll into the ballroom BLIND AS A BAT, and almost crash and burn into a table. At least I would've looked good doin' it! ;-)
After walking a quick quarter lap around the dancefloor, I latch onto Mel & Beth, and the three of us hang out for most of the night. Too bad they make me feel so old... I suggested we re-enact the 3-way dance scene from Dirty Dancing (y'know, the Hungry Eyes segment), and they had no idea what I was talking about. That reminds me of the time my younger clarinet girls had no clue who Chris Farley was... Ugh, I was walking around in shock for days after that debacle.
Since my trip to New Orleans over the summer turned me on to still photography (something I always looked down on), I decide to enlist Melissa in helping me take some cool, voyeuristic (aka STALKER) snapshots. Doing our best Brad & Angelina impressions, I lead Mel around the dancefloor with my camera propped up on my shoulder as she lets me know when the target's in sight. *flash* Sneaky-sneaky.
As to be expected, after all that feverish rump-shakin', the ballroom becomes hot as hell, so Mel and I take refuge by the Coffee Cart, just as Sarah, Jai, and I did last year. We check out the limited book selection @ the cafe (almost entirely made up of Star Trek anthologies) before inevitably walking home. Not a bad night at all if I do say so myself.