homecoming

so, right. in high school, i went to one dance - the vice-versa during my junior year. the theme was flower power, so everybody wore sixties clothes, and they played theme music (yes, that explains why i broke my dance boycott). i took glen b, who - up until that point - had been my best friend and secret crush for a very emotionally turbulent few months. we went with a group of people who were all best friends - "the idiots," as my friend jason liked to refer to them. so, we went to the dance, danced our little dances, got our little pictures, went home, made out in front of clue, said good-night and promptly stopped speaking to each other (explaining, obviously, why i reinstated my dance boycott).

glen & i didn't talk again until our sophomore year of college, when i crashed his new year's eve party (since that's where all of my friends were going to be) and he pulled me aside and demanded some of my time to apologize for being a jackass.

i don't have a whole lot of good "school dance" memories after about 8th grade. so, WHY, dear readers, am i a part of the coronation committee for the high school? how did i get roped into 16 hour days in support of a damned dance? ESPECIALLY at a time when my love life is all out of whack?


one good dance memory

my favorite dance, ever, was barefoot, in my living room of my first non-trashy apartment, with my former fiance, as we slow-danced in silence. dear readers, if you haven't done this with somebody, please, please snag somebody off the street and make them do this with you. it's about the most sappily romantic thing you could ever do.