My university celebrated its centennial this past weekend (that's 100 years of us being awesome!), and what better way to close out the festivities than with a huge party?
The dance was in a special tent outside the Sallyport (above). Basically, the administration commissioned this million dollar party tent just for us! (So that's where my tuition money is going...)
The night started out pretty rockily, actually. As soon as I got into line for the dance, I noticed that the other girls were all mostly wearing short cocktail dresses, which made me nervous. I started wondering if I should've worn a sparkly cocktail dress...
Maybe I should've been wearing something like this?
I also noticed people turning to look at me, which made me even more anxious. I panicked and pulled on my date's hand, saying,
"I don't want to go to the dance anymore."
I know this might be an overreaction, but I didn't realize how much it would bother me to have everyone look me up and down, judge me, and poke their neighbor to stare at me also. It brought back bad memories of high school when some girls would laugh and make fun of what I was wearing.
Cupcakes, however, will always love me no matter what I'm wearing
I tried to convince myself that these other students in line weren't making fun of me, but I was still embarrassed at the attention---until my date told me that I looked beautiful and that I shouldn't worry. So we soldiered on and entered the tent.
And I'm so glad I did!
The Centennial Committee had done an amazing job planning and executing the event. There was an overhead camera roving around that projected scenes of the party to four giant screens on the walls. These screens even had a section dedicated to twitter updates about the party.
When you got hungry, you could snack on some dumplings in these cute take-out boxes. There were also food trucks outside for people who needed cheese fries (me).
And of course, one of the biggest draws of the night was the fact that Samantha Ronson was DJ-ing for us!
I had a great time meeting up with friends. There were also a few alumni at the party that I hadn't seen in a while, and I was glad they came back to visit. After all, this event only happens once a century...
I'm so thankful I had an understanding date who made sure I had a good time and talked me out of skipping the dance. Ultimately, I'm proud that I could pull off this dress and overcome any bad memories of high school dances and the drama that went with them.
Thanks for reading!