White Party

I wish I had taken better pictures, but not too long ago, there was a school dance at my school.  Believe me when I say that it was not your run of the mill school dance.  This thing was pretty extraordinary.  As I was walking through the halls to tape a posting on the wall for the English club that we started, I couldn’t help but notice an ever bigger, brighter and more outrageous advertisement for the first school dance.  I immediately thought to myself cheesy streamers, old school disco ball, pastel suits, Lionel Richie or Boston, perfectly frumos shoes and probably about 3 dozen balloons without helium that are destined to be kicked around or popped by the first bored patron to the dance.  My imagination was slightly halted when I heard that it was a “white party.”  Oh man, I began to imagine nothing less than Montell Jordan, white suits with perfectly white t-shirts, tight sweaters and a few pairs of pants that would rival those worn in areas of less gentry.  Nonetheless, I had changed my general predictions a little to a slightly less tacky situation.  No sooner than I made mention of my growing curiosity to see such an event did I get the numerous barrage of “come” or “so you’re coming to the dance.”  I thought it would be a good defense to say that I did not have any white clothes.  “Oh, it’s not that serious.  You don’t have a white t-shirt.”  Now, I did not want to be the one teacher that was there who looked like a student, but I sure did not want to have to buy a nice white shirt.  I also did not want to be the only one that was not frumos enough.  So, I went on the hunt for a white shirt.  It was rather last minute when I decided to search for the shirt and I was rather anxious not to be stuck purchasing an overly expensive white shirt.  I didn’t know if a simply plain white shirt would suffice or would it be better to be buy a white shirt with a little style.  I had no idea.  Then, I began to think that it would be cold anyways so it wouldn’t really matter.  And if it didn’t really matter, then would it matter that I didn’t wear such a nice shirt.  I walked on and on in this manner.  After about one hour of walking and window shopping and only 30 minutes to get ready, I headed home – empty handed.  I still needed to cut my hair, shower and walk 20 minutes to the school.  I did my best to cut quick and shower efficiently.  I ended up wearing a white t-shirt that said “I *wheel* Moonshine.”  It suited me just fine.  I was approximately 40 minutes late when I arrived.  The awkward thing was that the sun shone brightly in the sky.  It was no later than 6 pm and the sun did not go down until about 8pm.  To my surprise, there was not major gathering outside of the school campus.  As I walked up, only a few of the Student Council welcomed me to come in.  Once inside, I met two high school staff and was urged to go upstairs to the Festivities Hall.  Once I reached the third floor the whole area was booming.  I did not know what I had gotten myself into.  When I got to the door, I was amazed at what I saw.  It was dark in the hall, with smoke, colored lazer lights, Moldovan house, a lazer show that wrote the words “White Party” on the walls, a real DJ and entourage.  I was so very ready to see what I was getting myself into.