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Really. I know it sounds pricey. But you might as well buy the full package if you’re buying two tickets. For an extra $30 (just 1/3 of what you’re already paying for two tickets), you get shot glasses, posters, playbills, t-shirts, and GLOW IN THE DARK CUPS.
The cups alone are worth their price. Think how helpful that will be Sunday morning, around 5 am. It’s dark. You’re desperately thirsty. You can barely open your eyes, but you need a cup. WAIT. What’s that? Glowing over there in the corner? IT’S A CUP!
See. They may glow yellow, but they’re really more like gold.
Just kidding. It’s not even supposed to be here.
The forecast is sunny and 58 for tomorrow.
And tonight will be sunny, too. So no worries about the hemline of your dress getting soggy or muddy.
But make sure your date doesn’t lose his jacket. You’re probably going to want that when you’re waiting for TravTravs.
That’s it.
I know a LOT of boys came up to the table yesterday and said, “Oh, I’ll just come back tomorrow.” Well. You’d better. Because tomorrow is here, and it’s the last day to buy your goodies!
So hurry, hurry, ride that fire truck all the way to the commons.
That’s right. Tomorrow, the twenty-first of March, is THE Fancy Dress extravaganza of 2009 we have all been waiting for: “A Dark Night”
It sounds like a lot of girls are dealing with last minute preparations today- tanning beds, nail salons, dry cleaning, etc. So my advice to all you ladies would be to make some appointments for this afternoon or tomorrow morning, so you’re not stuck waiting for a chair at MTV Nails or waiting for a bed at Caribbean…
And men, you have a little less to deal with. So just sit back and enjoy the fantastic weekend that you have in store for you and your date! But maybe shower. And shave. Yeah, both of those would be nice.
TOMORROW, TOMORROW!
I’ve been selling tickets for a couple of hours now, and I’ve noticed a trend. Boys come up and buy a full package. They’re jovial la di da, and then I ask them: What size T-ShirtS.
They immediately freeze. The look on their face could almost be described as panicked. They have no idea what size t-shirt that girl on the dance floor last night (or their girlfriend, even) wears.
You know, I don’t think it’s inappropriate to ASK a girl. You already have to ask her to FD, why not ask what size t-shirt she wants.
Conversely, ladies, you could try to slip it in there somewhere. Although then you could be the girl prompting the boy to buy her things (but let’s be honest, he most likely will be the one buying the package. At least everyone gets the right shirt out of the deal and less of the awkwardness.
I awkwardly walked into a Spanish class today. It wasn’t mine. I don’t even take Spanish. But I walk in. And they’re in class. And it wasn’t just class. It was the day they were practicing tango. They were tangoing. Someone said “Ola.” I panicked. I fled the scene immediately.
But then I got to thinking about W&L students dancing. And I realized that I’ve made a grievous error. I should have mentioned this weeks ago because now there’s very little you can do about it. I haven’t told you to take dance lessons. Because dancing to Right on Band’s music in the big gym or DJ Ryan in the small gym is the best part of FD. And it would be more fun (and more attractive) if you actually know how to dance. Like, you probably should be enrolled in lessons right now. This goes for almost the entire W&L community, nobody is immune from the bad-dancing virus that plagues our campus.
Trust me. I celebrated FD last night. I went out. I danced. Or did the weird motions I call dancing. But looking around, I realized I wasn’t the only one just doing weird hand waves and jerky jerky hip things. EVERYBODY was. I realized then and there, with Taylor Swift singing to me, that as a Washington and Lee community, we collectively have no skills. None.
Okay, so our first problem may actually be that we try to dance to Taylor Swift. I’ll give you that point.
But I think the other reason is that none of us devote any time to it. Practicing on the Pole 3 dance floor doesn’t make perfect, it makes permanent. You create this illusion and you truly, adamantly believe that your herky-jerky hip thrust jump and spin combo is attractive. You’re a goddess on the dance floor. And you’re ruined forever. Even if you had been a dancer or cheerleader or anything that had rhythm and kicks in high school, you’re doneskies once you get to W&L. Because you develop a DFM style of dancing, and you can’t shake it.
Maybe those unfortunate sods in the Spanish class are the lucky ones, after all. They can at least throw out their fresh tango lessons to the delight of their dates.
So word on the street is Pink Palace is a no-go on Thursday.
Which means you have plenty of time Thursday to get your stuff done for the weekend (if you’re some crazy who is actually capable of working that far in advance).
It also means you only have tonight to figure out that date situation.
So, in the infamous words of my former cheerleading self: Be – Agg-ressive, Be-e- A-gressive. B-E-A-GG-RE-SS-IVE.
Tonight, I mean.
Today is WEDNESDAY.
Have you bought your FD package yet?
They’re on sale in the commons today from 9:30-4. AND in the law school also.
SO WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?
But Small-T-Shirt-Run? That’s another story.
Per usual, FD orders an abundance of all-sized t-shirts, including smalls (seemingly the size of choice for all of those dainty freshmen we recruited for the class of 2012). And, per usual, the smalls are the first to go during the week of selling.
So, if you’re extremely particular and nothing but a size small t-shirt will suffice for you (or your date, I suppose), RUN, don’t walk, to the Commons tomorrow morning.
Hey, I warned you.
