According to Cady in Mean Girls “Halloween is the one night a year a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it.” Well, based on my observations of Le Moyne’s legendary Halloween dance last Friday night, that’s a lie.
Many people warned me not to go, saying a significant amount of liquid courage would be necessary before venturing into that hot mess. But I decided to wave off their descriptions of the dance as exaggerations and go anyway to find out what the big deal was all about.
Completely sober and decked out in my risqué baseball costume [strictly for journalistic purposes], I sashayed into that rec center only to be welcomed by an empty gym. Taking a seat, I sighed at my phone thinking this was going to be like all the lame high school dances, but before I had time to take another breath an influx of raunchy people marched in [and I thought my costume was a bit much…]
The dance floor was quickly filled with sweaty bodies “dancing” to an inaudible beat. The lovely smell of booze and other unique scents lingered on the costumes of some students as they clung and bumped into each other.
What was going through the minds of some of those students as they made fools of themselves, I don’t know. But what I do know is that we could all use some church after that display.
I witnessed a few couples fall to the ground as they lost their balance while bending over each other in their make-out sessions. A couple of them were smart enough to use the wall for support, while one couple decided to experiment and use my back as a support system – thank you for almost knocking me to the ground. I continually found myself fearing for Miley Cyrus [the teddy bear version] as she flung herself around the dance floor, I was convinced she was going to break either herself or someone else. When I wasn’t avoiding the onslaught of Miley or trying to dance while jam packed between people, I was tripping over lost heels or stepping on cigarette packs and condoms [at least people were being safe].
However, for those moments that I was able to get over the craziness that surrounded me, the dance was actually fun. The DJ did a nice job of mixing it up and keeping everyone dancing, plus it didn’t hurt that I had a great group of friends to enjoy it with.
So I don’t agree with Cady. Halloween is like every other night of the weekend: people dress like sluts and manwhores, they get judged, they act completely ridiculously, and other girls do say something about it.
Le Moyne’s Halloween dance will forever be etched into my mind, and it’ll definitely be interesting to reminisce on with my friends throughout the year. Although it was consistently rowdy, it was a great source of entertainment. So continue to go to the annual Halloween dance, LMC, and get a little wild – but not too crazy.
And keep staying classy, Le Moyne.
