Chickens Without Their Heads

If you were to compare the way my friends, and I were dancing last night, the title would be the perfect comparison.

Sure, we like to think we're good dancers, but my friend, Pat, thinks he's some sort of gangster, street dancer, Erik thinks he's the master of free-style dancing, Matt (who isn't necessarily my friend) just does the rockstar head-bob thing, which could cause a massive hurricane, with his extremely puffy, curly hair flying through the air, and Jon... well, Jon dances like a moron.
And, so do I.
That's why he's my best friend.
But, even though we may not be the best dancers around, the dance was a blast! Most of the time, we were either dancing with each other in a big group, screaming our heads off over the insanely loud music, or trying to find some (as my mom would call them) "hot chickies" to dance with (in which I succeeded in doing, more than once... the handsome devil I am!)
And, yes, I did slow-dance.
With girls.
Twice.
(No, Pa, there isn't a "hugger" yet.)

By the end of the dance, my voice was hoarse from yelling over the music, and other screams in the large cafeteria of the Wing School, and I was in desperate need of a drink (they were serving drinks, and snacks, but by the time I went to go buy a soda, they had run out. So, I resorted to filling a plastic cup with water from the water fountain. But, hey, look on the bright side; it was free!). So, as the dance ended with two slow-dances- as always-, I said my goodbyes, and went off in search of my dad.

When I got home, I was pooped. I got my pajamas on (which basically means stripping down to my boxers, and a t-shirt), and was asleep within ten, to fifteen minutes. I guess I was quite the party animal.

Speaking of which, I have a funny story about a party animal. This particular dance was themed, "The Fall Spooktacular!" The posters put up at school for the dance said that if you wanted to go in costume (for an early Halloween- for some reason, we won't be having a dance in October), you could. So, this kid in my grade named Andrew went dressed as a gorilla! He had this big, furry suit, and big gorilla-hand gloves! Unfortunately, he was one of the very few who came in costume (along with some nerdy-looking kid who dressed up as a wizard), and I felt kind of bad for him. But, eventually, he came out and danced with us a little bit, so hopefully he had fun.
But still, talk about a party animal!

In conclusion; the dance was great! I had lots of fun with all my friends, and even got some ladies to dance with!
And, just to clarify; I do not have a "hugger".
...Yet.

Yours in awesomeness,
~Ry.