It was time to get fancy last night. To end our two weeks of freshers we had a ball. Of course we had to travel in style so yes, we did indeed hire a party bus.
The night itself was an awesome way to end possibly the best 2 weeks. Silent disco, cheesy pop songs, and sweaty drunks. Yep. The night had it all. I would personally like to thank all of those sweaty drunks for assuming I’d like to grind with them by the way.
Now, I’m sure most people have been happily dancing in a club when something you’ve never heard before comes on. What I’m not sure of is whether I am the only one who panics at that moment? Of course everyone around you know not only the words to that song, but they all have some kind of synchronized dance! At that moment you can do two things. You can either go with it, copying the moves of everyone else and sing a few words once you’ve heard the chorus a couple of times. Ooor you can do the more embarrassing thing. Make up your own, totally uncool dance and smile like a dork. I did the latter. I now have a go to dance move called ‘the bongo.’ The only way to describe this move is… well, I can’t really describe it. I completely rocked ‘the bongo’ to many cheesy tunes last night though, and in return I got some very strange looks. But who cares right? The world is simply not ready for us oddballs.
