Dressing up and such is terribly fun, and it's neat just to chill around with four hundred other people all in nice clothes, too. The excessive heat wasn't quite as rockin', and the musical selection was a little lame, but dancing for two hours was a lot more enjoyable than I would have expected. I pray nobody was actually paying attention to what I was doing, because I'm pretty confident that I looked retarded, but one must start somewhere in these things.
Watching people hump each other in psuedo-time to the music wasn't quite a treat to the eyes, either, but after a while you just get used to looking at the pretty lights above.
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