snaps from the dance.
Tag: the dance
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the dance.
above: a shot i took of the the red queen (left), white rabbit (center) and alice (right).
it’s that time of year again, kids. dawn your masks, cloaks and capes; this is the time to lose yourself, become something completely different.
shed normalcy, it’s alright to go insane.
before meeting up with siobhan, kamal and sage, i dropped by subway and had a nice conversation with the cashier.
‘i know what you are.’
i didn’t know if he was being sarcastic or not.
i was clearly a pirate.
bought my six inch meatball marinara and ran to meet siobhan in her car and we drove to her house to get our costumes together and do some general primping up. i redid my eyeliner and watched the girls; their hands applying their make up, so meticulously, careful, careful; unlike me, they knew what they were doing. looking at their reflections in the mirror as they worked was like peering into their secret world – a world of hidden beauty and grace.
highlight your best features, frame your face well, make yourself pretty.
we weren’t the first to get to BSS and the first thing i noticed upon entering the dance was that the lights were on, however dim, and you could see everything.
apparently this was a precaution taken by the teachers in an attempt to stop the inevitable and awkward grinding of students who go to single sex schools and were all too excited for a chance to rub against each other.
we spent a few hours on the dance floor, the music blaring in the background.
when i dance, i lose myself in it, and then it’s just the movement and the sweat and the heat.
these high school dances are always so awkward though; nobody actually really dances. i think they were quite a bit too busy thinking about each other, worrying about making a fool of themselves and the such. if only they knew the joys of letting go – leaving it all behind before you hit the dance floor and just being in the moment, carefree and alive.
i saw some old friends, made some new ones, and by the time i left – with a different group than the one i came with – i was in a slight state of euphoria – a buzz that had nothing to do with alcohol – and the cold air couldn’t do a thing to bring me down.
we went to subway and i saw the cashier from earlier, and i think we pissed him off because he was just about to close.
i thought it was too bad; he seemed nice and his eyes burned with something wonderful.
after leaving and bearing the cold a little longer, we parted ways and then i was home.
i think the euphoria had worn off by then.