Formal!

Despite predictions of thunderstorms and cloudy skies all day friday, it was beautifully sunny in the afternoon yesterday, just in time for the formal. Wrote an English ISU (thesis: something about Jakob Beer's conflict between his past and present and how that "illuminated the meaning of the work as a whole"), and an Economics "test".

Alli, Monique, Kathleen, Ainslie and I went downtown to get our hair done. Thanks to A&M, who both have more hair than is humanly possible, we got back to M's house at 6 PM. Five girls scrambling to get ready in half an hour is a pretty funny sight. I think M's 15-year-old brother has been permanently scarred: we took over the top floor, one in each room to get ready, but in the rush off tearing off clothes and pulling on dresses, A left her bra lying on his bed. Not good. Not good at all.

Limo ($15/person! Very good deal) got there at 6.30, along with Kathryn, her date, Hart (a.k.a. Kathleen's chunk of feta), and Dave (M's date: "big Dave, not little Dave"). Spent 10 minutes tripping on the curving staircase as all the girls lined up for some pictures. Tripped getting into the limo. Ride to the Metropolitan was...lurchy. Poor Ainslie almost stabbed herself putting on her corsage. We pressed the 'floor-on' button, but nothing happened. Later we learned it was for ventilation (disappointed; expected disco lights and/or vibrating). Tripped getting out of the limo. Got to the reception, tripped on the stairs. I'm sensing a theme here. Met up with Jen (in her insanely expensive, yet spiffy dress), Tiff and Ming. Got sat on by Ming.

Dinner was good (salad, chicken and mousse cake-tower-thingie). Our waiter, whom we affectionally dubbed Mr. Crankypants, managed to tell off all of the guys at the table for not arranging their cutlery in the proper 'I'm-done-please-take-my-plate' position. DJ played mostly hip-hop; high point was "Fight For Your Right" by the Beastie Boys, and "Home For a Rest" by Spirit of the West. Eventually, we all had to take off our shoes to dance (guys are lucky, no heels).

On the way home, we went to McDonald's drive-through for ice cream. In the limo. Kathryn wanted to actually go inside (like the commercial), but all too tired. Debated the idea of going through the carwash too, but decided against it. Tripped leaving M's house. All in all, a fun (but painful) evening.

Thus ends the longest entry in the history of Non Sequitur. Stay tuned for more when Hoyan catches up on her sleep.