Sing Sing Sing

How to spend the last Saturday night of Spring Break:


Put on a flowy black dress and a baggy 80s-esque Mickey Mouse sweatshirt.
Adorn your loose pigtail braids with a black and white polka-dot headband.
Lace up your wingtip shoes as you exit your house.


Arrive at the swing dance at 8:15pm.


Meet up with your friend.
Discover that he got a pair of wingtip dance shoes for himself.
Have a brief "We're twinsies!" moment.


Dance.


Have a guy a year older than you come up to you and say, "I have a cunning plan."
Reply, "Okay. What is it?"
Receive the reply, "I don't remember. Want to dance?"
Continue to dance two consecutive dances with him because your conversation was not finished during the first dance.


Dance.


Dance.


Play with your friend's Fedora while he's not near you.
Get complimented on your hat by a stranger.
Tell stranger it's your friend's hat.
Have stranger say that it probably looks better on you than on him.
(Win.)


Dance.


Rest.


Dance.


Dance five songs in a row. Even though you're out of breath and your feet hurt.
Be asked by a random dance partner if you take ballet because "You're so graceful. You look like you're flying."


Rest.


Dance.


Meet your friend's friends. 
Have conversations with them.


Dance.


Pull chairs together in a circle.
Talk about random things... including the decline of the music industry.


Dance.


Dance.


11:59-- Last dance of the night!
Start to mess up simple dance steps.
Come to the conclusion with your friend that exhaustion is the cause of your skill-lowering.
Laugh half the time you dance.


Leave the dance with your friend and his friends, feet aching but not ready to head home.


Arrive at Denny's.
"I'll have a strawberry milkshake. Could I have it in a to-go cup, please?"
"I'll also have what she's having, in a to-go cup."
"I'll have orange juice in a to-go cup."
"I'll have a vanilla milkshake in a to-go cup."
waitress: "So... what do you want in a to-go cup?"
"I'll have a chocolate milkshake, NOT in a to-go cup."
Reprimand (in good spirits, of course) your friend for being a nonconformist and for not following the trend you started.


Head home at a quarter to 1.


Kind of get lost...
...but then call your friend and figure out where you are.
Thank him for saving you from ending up at the wrong part of Harry Hines in the wee hours of the night/morning.


Wake up Sunday morning to sore feet and sore calves.
Feel absolutely thrilled that you're in a bit of pain because
Nothing is better than dancing the night away!


peace,
-eleanor


P.S. The title of this post came from this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2S1I_ien6A