Saturday night was my shift, as a Resident Assistant, to attend one of the campus-wide parties wearing my “official” orange shirt. Whatever. Tabitha, also dressed in the fabulous costume of our office, and I were working there at the same time. We danced and thrashed around for most of our shift and grew very tired by the end of it. (Her hair is perfect for head-banging.) It was fun to dance with people, but I was conflicted the whole time. I can’t stand most of the music they play at parties. The last song, I recall in particular, had neat rhythm and a cool sound, and then I listened to the lyrics. Yikes! I need not repeat any such words, nor need I suggest what the singer was telling me to do; I’ll only say that it was terrible and completely ruined the fun for me. (I find myself sighing often these days.) I was only reminded of my displeasure when, upon returning to my dorm at 2:10 to read some before bed, I noticed that my socks smelled like sour beer.
In general the party was a success. Praise the Lord no one was permanently damaged. I’ll report again later today.
In general the party was a success. Praise the Lord no one was permanently damaged. I’ll report again later today.
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Look at the bright side. There are lots of things worse than beer that your socks might have smelled of.
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