Laughing, Sasha let Naima lead him over to Crystal and I. The speakers were booming, people were shouting, and my head was swimming. Everyone around me was drunk. Everyone around me was having a fantastic time at the first dance of the year.
But I was stone cold sober. And panicking. And inches away from the boy I was in love with.
“Grace seriously has something to tell you.” Naima laughed, looking at me and winking the most obvious wink anyone has ever seen in their life. “She would have called you over here herself but she’s too shy!”
Wiping a patch of sweaty hair from his forehead, Sasha looked at me and smiled. The way his eyes landed lazily on my face made it pretty obvious that he was in the same condition as my friends. “What’s up, Grace? You’re shy?”
“No! Naima is just grabbing anyone she can!” I yelled over the rumbling bass and did my best to mimic the sloshing movements of everyone else around me. Just because I wasn’t drunk didn’t mean I couldn’t pretend.
“She is?” Sasha tried to turn to find her, but Naima and Crystal were back next to the wall a few feet away, covertly sharing Crystal’s flak. “That’s pretty weird, huh?” Read More »
Naima grabbed me and screamed into my ear, doing her best shout over the booming speakers. Crystal and I had found a corner to stand in off to the side of the student center, a small alcove to watch hundreds of sweaty people gyrate and generally make fools of themselves in the name of Friday night.
“It’s packed tonight! Dances usually aren’t!” Crystal reached into her pocket and pulled out a small metal flask. “It’s because it’s the first one, I bet!” Unscrewing the top, Crystal passed her flask to me.
“What’s in this?” I held it slightly behind my back, nervous about who might see.
“Just straight vodka.” Crystal squinted into the crowd, holding a hand over the ear closest to the giant speakers. “It tastes horrible, but whatever. Does the trick!”
Naima reached behind my back and took the flask, smiling and putting it to her lips. “Bottoms up!” She shouted, taking a huge gulp.
I waited for the inevitable grimace, but nothing came. Naima just continued to smile and put the flask covertly back in my hand. Read More »
Naima leaned against the soda machine, her arms sagging underneath two giant boxes. Crystal and I were waiting with her in the mail line. Neither of us had anything to send out; it was mostly a moral support thing. No one liked to wait in the mail line alone. No matter what time of day you went, it was always the longest line in history.
“I’m not sure. Those things always end up sucking.” Crystal reached out to take one of Naima’s boxes, but Naima pulled away.
“I got it, honey.” She said reassuringly. “Your girl’s a bodybuilder!”
Letting out her signature laugh, Naima hitched the boxes up higher in her arms and completely ignored the people turning around to see where the noise was coming from.
Naima was another freshman Crystal and I had met in our unholy Statistics class. Unlike us, she was completely unafraid of asking questions, and more we got to know her, the more she seemed to be completely unafraid of anything. Read More »
• Apparently, the kids are calling it “juking” these days. But back when I was in high school it was just called acting real slutty and awkward. (Chicago Sun-Times)
• Students could learn a lot from this kind of dedication. Minus the dying. (Yahoo News)
• Jack Hanna and a flamingo got stuck in a turnstile. For real. (Associated Press)
• I don’t think South Park or Family Guy would think this comic was all that funny either. (WTNH)
• Cosmopolitan Magazine and its evolution over the past thirty years! Prepare to feel stunned and better looking than the cover model from 1987. (Jezebel)
Okay, so clearly I don’t dance like Britney Spears (although I guess she doesn’t really dance anymore either), and I know I don’t look like Aubrey from Diddy’sDanity Kane, but hey, when no one is looking, I can shake my ba-dunk-a-dunk, pop and lock and even do a spin or two. And I swear if I take a quick (like speed of light quick) glimpse in the mirror I can see a six-pack of my very own. Hey a girl can dream right?!
Well now, we can do more than just dream. Thanks to my favorite dance studio on earth, NYC’s notorious Broadway Dance Center, you can take dance lessons from the best of them. Famous for choreographing moves for the rich and famous, today’s hottest choreographers are heading out on the Pulse Tour 2007-2008. Read More »
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