The banquet is over!
It didn't seem like it would happen. Especially when I got to the college and couldn't find a parking spot. It was alumni weekend. Not only that, but the college decided it wanted to be as cool as my alma mater, IU, and have their own stupid mini-version of the Little 500 in the biggest parking lot on the campus which happened to be one of the closest lots to the student building where the banquet was held.
Once I find a spot, I get to the room and find that the seating chart that was made for a row of four tables is completely useless because the tables are in rows of five. When you sit eight at a table and have parties as big as 27 showing up, this proves problematic. We dealt with, and no one was none the wiser.
At 2:45 we went to change into our party clothes. I realized that I didn't have a bra to wear with my strapless dress.
"Oh my god, I forgot my bra," I said to Krista.
"You have a strapless dress," Krista said. "Is it necessary."
"Well, no, but I don't want to be that girl."
"What girl?" she asked.
"I don't want to be that braless girl!"
Krista laughed. "That is the quote of the night so far."
At four o'clock, with the tables rearranged and large parties kept together, we were ready to begin. But our "green carpet" announcer was MIA. His family (one of which is a board member and talks with us at least once a day) forgot he was announcing.
But he got there around 4:30 and we had enough things set up outside for our guests to peruse, that it wasn't that big of a catastrophe.
And then the evening was off. Our food came, prompting another good quote. We thought we were getting a simple, marinated boneless chicken breast, instead we get a breast with a bone protruding covered in holiday sauce. My boss began musing about the bone.
"Do we pay extra for the bone," I said and caused her to snort because...THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!
When the dance begun, Krista and I saw this gorgeous, flowing, golden creation that caused our jaws to drop in wonder. It was business. It was party. It was a mullet! Pretending to photograph Krista, I so took a pic of the mullet.
Once the night was over, I went to my friend Jada's house and we were off to Icon. Not many people were there yet, but we got an awesome table in the back. Unless they turned around, they didn't see us as they came in. But we saw them. And the people watching was great!
A fifty-ish man in a red polo, khaki pants, with a bald head came in to the club. We could tell our night was made when he was dancing around the bar with his date. But then "All Eyes on Me," by Ms. Britney came on, and he hit the dance floor packing with him moves such as "The Manaic," "The Water Sprinkler," and...wait for it..."The Running Man." His date didn't disappoint either.
So thirty minutes later, we were lingering between the dance floor and the bar (because we only dance to good songs) when we saw the date drag another man onto the dance floor who also started to break it down in a classic style. Mr. Dance also brought another partner onto the dance floor and a "dance off" occurred.
And as I was laughing Mr. Versace approached to work his "game" on me. Ok, I know I'm single and I shouldn't be laughing at the poor chaps who come up to me, but I can't take a guy seriously when he spends more time getting ready than I do. And his outfit was so plannned and coordinated because we saw him on the dance floor wearing Versace jeans with his Versace shirt. And as my three friends and I laughed and snapped pictures, Mr. Versace came over, struck a pose and waited for me to take a picture. True story. I have the picture to prove it.
Meanwhile, this whole evening, I'm receiving texts from my little brother who is celebrating Little Five at his apartment where they are having a party.
Last week, he was at Icon with me and we were cutting it up on the dance floor. The little brother is SUCH A CUTE dancer! Any girl who ends up with him, gets a piece of treasure. Fergie, Britney, Soulja Boy, Usher...the little brother will dance! And he has two sisters (and Andrea can break it down) who made sure he was a good dancer!
So, while the LB wasn't there, he there in spirit, and we got down on the dance floor in his name!
P.S. Ryan had on his Ed Hardy shirt and was more than a little proud of it. I have the pics to prove that too!
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