Hooray for pretty girls!

Happy Saturday!

Last night, if you couldn't tell, was Iona College's "Too Many Nights to Graduation" shindig; one of the two booze-friendly shindigs that Iona puts on every year (the other having a specific and much smaller number of nights to graduation in the title). And yes, I had a lovely time.

This surprised me, actually. I thought I was going to hate it: loud music, lots of people, it could have been an exercise in complete, hopeless awkwardness. But, instead, it was a good time. Now, maybe this is just because it was a most welcome reprieve from what had been, to that point, a pretty bad day, and maybe it was because I was not ten seconds in the room before a drunk girl started hitting on me, and maybe it's because I saw Dan for the first time in forever and a half, and almost certainly these are factors in my enjoyment of the experience, but ultimately, I think I have to come to the conclusion that I actually enjoy dance parties. Seriously. I am social.

I am social? What hell? I don't know when this happened. It certainly wasn't intentional. I didn't try to become someone comfortable in crowds. Hell, it's not something I would try to do. I don't even like dance parties... except it seems I do! Madness.