Not just any dance. The Dance. Created by us sophomores, and thus as a sophomore and a member of the Co2k9 board, I felt obligated to go.
At first, I almost regretted the decision to go, with everyone being extremely annoying and trying to actually get me to dance (Because why should I dance at The Dance?)
But then, at about 10:30, I was sitting near the gym door with Laurie, who was tired from dancing/attempting to get me to dance, and Sandstorm came on. Yes, the God of songs, Sandstorm. It wasn’t the 7 minute long full version, but it was the very definition of “Win.” So we jumped up, and finally, after three and a half hours of walking around and people grabbing me trying to force this “art” called dance upon me, I danced. Everyone was happy, and there was much rejoycing.
But alas, all good things come to an end, and thus Sandstorm ended. And I stopped dancing. And the bugging began anew.
And being that all good things come to an end, The Dance ended as well.
I had had a list o’ plenty of things that happened that I felt would be fit for blogging and publishing to the world, but apparantly they weren’t as memorable as met the eye, as I cannot remember a single one of them.