Two weekends ago was full of fun. It started off with a girl I’d never met spending the night at my house. Why? Well, I’m going to Hawaii in 12 days now, and I’ll be traveling with this girl, Kara, to visit another one of my friends, Joanna. I know, confusing and random. But aren’t all the best things? Anyway, Kara and I hit it off from the start. I love it when that happens. We three will have quite the time!

Saturday was very eventful. The main event was a USO swing dance at Memorial Hall, but much had to get done before that. 9am Kara and I drove to WalMart to pick up the necessities of breakfast: coffee and bacon. 9:45am we met up with the USO group for a brunch. Homemade espressos were made and consumed. They were fabulous. 11:30am we all went thrift shopping to find navy blue pants to complete an outfit for the evening dance. We also had to get some milk so we got regular as well as chocolate; we wouldn’t want to be racist. 1:15pm we returned home and made lunch. 1:30pm I finally got to play the much talked about game, Bang! 2:45pm lunch was served. 3:30pm everyone dressed up 1940’s style, and we took a few hurried photos. 4:30pm more Bang! 6:00pm the big group went to pick up Joanna at the bus stop since she was just coming back from a trip. Kara and I had brought her dress, shoes, make-up, curling iron and hat. So when she arrived, we rushed into the community bathroom to get her ready for the dance.

7:15pm we were off and arrived just 30mins after the doors opened and just in time for the music. Because the party doesn’t start until we walk in.

Let me just say, I love Memorial Hall. It’s beautiful. And having everyone dressed in vintage attire and with retro hairstyles was fabulous. The dance floor was packed. And I mean packed. I haven’t been so tightly surrounded since I was riding the Beijing subways. And that’s saying a lot. After the first two dances, I stopped apologizing for stepping on people’s shoes. My black suede dancing shoes were very scuffed by the end of the night. But, you know, I really didn’t mind the crowds. It was something new. And yet so classic a feeling as well. The people, the building, and the live band really made the whole experience thrilling.

At one point, the band played a polka. Bad idea with the number of couples. Let’s just say I barely made it out alive. And to conclude, here are some words of wisdom: avoid dancing closely to girls with tall skinny heels. It hurts when they step on you.