All Night Long, a Humorous Dancing Story

    Last week was a weekend full of red formals. Alpha Chi Omega’s formal, Red Carnation, was on Friday while Sigma Phi Epsilon’s formal, Red Garter, was on Saturday. It was a whirlwind of rushing to obtain tuxedos fitted, planning with multiple groups of people at multiple different restaurants, rushing up to Frog Fountain to take pictures while keeping hair up and dresses down in the gusts of wind, and dancing the night away. First was Red Carnation on Friday, and it was during this night that perhaps the most fun moment of the weekend occurred.

           

    After a delicious dinner with a good group of gals and their dates we arrived at the bus loading right on time for our age group to head to the venue. We waited. No bus. We kept waiting. Still no bus. Bus! We missed it. After waiting for a whole hour AFTER we were supposed to leave, the bus came and went with a bunch of line-cutters that left us stragglers extremely frustrated and angry. At the last second, before we threw in the towel on the evening, another bus showed up and gave us the means to get to the venue…not all was lost! And for good reason too, because the fun was just beginning.

           

    We got to the venue tired after the bus ride and honestly not too eager to deal with a sweaty mob of drunk, grinding people. So we did what we do and sat down at the table nearest to the buffet line. A group of us sat and chatted while the music boomed around us, then a girl approached us with a plate in one hand and a fork in the other.

           

    “You guys have GOT to try the macaroni & cheese at this place…they have SHELL NOODLES.”

         

    Everyone at the table leapt to their feet and rushed to the buffet table where a massive heated plate contained mounds of white-cheese covered shell noodles, one of the best kind of macaroni noodles in my humble opinion. I got two plates.

        

    The food did wonders for our weary souls, and we were reinvigorated to have a good time and hit up the dance floor. As our group made its way to the party a bus showed up to go back to campus. All of us were getting into the groove as seemingly half the people simultaneously left. This did not phase us even a little bit. We were all over the floor, pulling out all sorts of wacky dance moves out that should never be used in a public setting – the kind a dorky dad embarrasses his teen daughter with. And it was a blast. The fourteen of us or so shut down the place as we kept the DJ going strong until the venue kicked us out, long after the brunt of the party had left the place. Lots of laughs were shared and many pictures were taken, it was only the beginning of an amazing weekend but it got off to an auspicious start.