More traditions were honored at Mary Baldwin College this past weekend - Signature Ball, our annual formal dance, occurred Saturday night from 10pm to 2am. I was shanghaied for the event - I told everyone I wouldn't go sans date, because what's the fun in going to a couples dance with no partner? - and two of my friends asked me to go with them, so I really didn't have a leg to stand on. So E. and I, and a largeish group of people attended the dance together.
I didn't intend upon staying any longer than an hour or so, because I didn't expect to have a very good time at all. But then S. and A. arrived with their dates - and a spare, who had been dragged along by Steph's date at the last minute. We sort of latched onto one another, since neither of us technically had dates, and we actually had a very good time together. I stayed until about 1:30 or so, then M. and I headed on to another party at J. and B.'s.
The rest of the evening I won't detail. I have only to say that only my luck would allow such a good night to go to pot. And I really can't think of any other way that I could have hurt more people that I love in one go - short of dropping an atom bomb on Staunton, that is.
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Time heals all wounds, especially those inflicted without ill intent. (At least, I hope so. Sorry to hear that your evening went sour.)
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