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icepixieTotally awesome, dude.
Yeah, tonight was the ballroom-sponsored 80s dance. Predictably, since it's second semester and Easter weekend to boot, ballroomers were pretty much the only ones who showed up. To say it was a low turn-out would be in the running for understatement of the year.
Even so, it was still one of the best times I've had all year. I could've dressed 80s style, but I figured that a short, stretchy dress and lycra dance shorts over tights with rolled down socks was something that I wasn't quite willing to wear in public anymore, even though, yes, I did when I was in elementary school. I did a ponytail on the side for a while until it got annoying, and I did wear my obnoxiously cute purple cow barret...which I've had for as long as I can remember, so it's 80s! Yay! It kept falling out when I danced, though, which kinda sucked.
Apaprently all 80s music can be swung, sambaed, or hustled to. Seriously. I did all of those with Peter and James and Brian for the first two hours. Sometime in the middle of all that was the Seven Minute Endurance Hustle of Death (aka Michael Jackson's "Thriller"), in which I think I did something horrible to my shoulder, but it was still good. Peter and I also attempted Samba for one song, but ended up doing a strange mixture of Samba, Swing, Jive, and Lindy Hop. 'Twas fun, though, and Phil said it looked cool, so hey.
Whitney, Chandra, Ellen, and Whitney's visitng friend Carrie came around midnight, and we had a blast. We did the balloon hop (batting balloons back and forth while music happens to be playing--it's the latest dance craze!), crazy circle klezmer dancing that wasn't really klezmer dancing 'cause none of us are Jewish and no one knows it, and other various "dances," including the Electric Slide, or some variant thereof.
Anyway, that was the dance. Doesn't sound like much written down, but it was lots of fun. And now I'm exhausted, so night-night.
- Becca
Yeah, tonight was the ballroom-sponsored 80s dance. Predictably, since it's second semester and Easter weekend to boot, ballroomers were pretty much the only ones who showed up. To say it was a low turn-out would be in the running for understatement of the year.
Even so, it was still one of the best times I've had all year. I could've dressed 80s style, but I figured that a short, stretchy dress and lycra dance shorts over tights with rolled down socks was something that I wasn't quite willing to wear in public anymore, even though, yes, I did when I was in elementary school. I did a ponytail on the side for a while until it got annoying, and I did wear my obnoxiously cute purple cow barret...which I've had for as long as I can remember, so it's 80s! Yay! It kept falling out when I danced, though, which kinda sucked.
Apaprently all 80s music can be swung, sambaed, or hustled to. Seriously. I did all of those with Peter and James and Brian for the first two hours. Sometime in the middle of all that was the Seven Minute Endurance Hustle of Death (aka Michael Jackson's "Thriller"), in which I think I did something horrible to my shoulder, but it was still good. Peter and I also attempted Samba for one song, but ended up doing a strange mixture of Samba, Swing, Jive, and Lindy Hop. 'Twas fun, though, and Phil said it looked cool, so hey.
Whitney, Chandra, Ellen, and Whitney's visitng friend Carrie came around midnight, and we had a blast. We did the balloon hop (batting balloons back and forth while music happens to be playing--it's the latest dance craze!), crazy circle klezmer dancing that wasn't really klezmer dancing 'cause none of us are Jewish and no one knows it, and other various "dances," including the Electric Slide, or some variant thereof.
Anyway, that was the dance. Doesn't sound like much written down, but it was lots of fun. And now I'm exhausted, so night-night.
- Becca
