Get your freak on

So, some of you know I went to a dance last weekend.  It's the first dance I've been to in quite a few years.  I now remember why it's been so long.  I really must be getting old.  All I could think about was how loud the music was and how lame the kids looked flailing about to the noise. Also, there was a kid there who was wearing overalls unbuckled and dangling from the waist.  Yep, just like we used to in the late 90s. Also, they didn't have one slow dance.  What kind of Church dance doesn't have a single slow dance?  Isn't the point for us to share wholesome, romantic moments with some guy in whom we have absolutely no interest while our friends watch and laugh?  That's what I had always thought.  Also, they played music that I've never heard before and which I have no idea how to dance to.  Give me some Tupac or Snoop Dogg and you'll see magic.  Techno though... not so much.  

Another problem I faced that night is that I typically rely on my wit and charm to win people over, which is difficult to do when you can't be heard.  This time though, I had to rely on my good looks and straight teeth.  Luckily, I looked hot.  Perhaps needless to say, success was still mine.  I met a couple of black guys, so we're getting that on track.  I chatted up a couple of the guys I've met and thought were cute.  I made eyes with a few others.  Did my thing.  So I guess it wasn't a total loss.  Tweed was there and spent a good chunk of the dance near my side.  After the dance we had a bunch of people over to our house and it has to be said, he was flirting with me.  I'll admit that I flirted back.  I do enjoy talking to him.  He's quite intriguing.  (I'm sure you're wondering, so I will tell you.  He was not wearing his blazer this time.)  I also talked to the overalls kid.  Not impressed.  

Well anyway, they have one of these every month.  Hopefully next month will see me hanging out in the dark in one of the classrooms with some hot british guy.  If it does, you better believe you'll hear about it.