Blinded Mardi Gras

*better late than never people.*

 Now normally I am not one for school parties like this.

I really don't enjoy dance parties but mostly because I don't like the whole rubbing sweaty bodies all over another sweaty body thing. (Does anyone else just think this is repulsive?) 

But this year, I got asked on a date to it.

It was a blind date.

With a couple, the guy is in my Math class and we do our group projects together.

The two of us have a lot of weird connections but we really only talk when we have projects.

So he set me up with his friend from his mission.

Oh, did I mention the other couple is married?

So yes, A blind double date with a married couple.

We went to dinner before and the plan was to all go to the dance together.

Then I was informed that the math guys wife had the flu and they would not be joining us.

So there we were dropped off at the dance, just us, blind-daters at a very touchy-feeley event.

We started things off by walking around every thing offered. 

The dance. The casino. The reptiles. The tattoos.

Then choose to wait in line for an hour at the oxygen bar. 

That hour was kind of torture. 

We stood there trying to think of things to talk about.

At dinner it was easier since the two boys would talk and I would listen and fake a laugh when appropriate.

I heard so so much about their mission in Portland, Oregon.

Their companions.

And Vernal.

Yes, my date was from Vernal.

Yes he wore plaid.

Yes he said ya'll.

Yes he is exactly how you are picturing him in your head. 

I racked my brain for anything I knew about Vernal or Portland.

Vernal- Dinosaur Museum.

That conversation lasted about a minute.

Portland- There is a chance I'll be going for Spring Break but other than that I have no idea what it is like.

That conversation lasted about 40 seconds.

So the hour dragged on.

Mostly in silence.

Then we stuck the oxygen tubes willingly in our mouths and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

It was nothing like I thought it would be.

I could vaguely taste some of the flavors but I was by no means getting a "natural high"

It was uncomfortable and awkward with everyone watching you.

So basically we waited in line for an hour for a watered down Sonic slush?

We walked around some more than (THANKFULLY) met up with my roommates and the boys next door before going to the dance.

Within 30 seconds of getting to the dance, my date whispered (well yelled since it was freaky loud) in my ear, 

"My friends are just over there, I'll be right back."

I said alright.

And that was it.

I never saw him again, don't have his number and only kind of remember his name.

He was nice.

We had absolutely no chemistry.

But he was a good sport.

I found out later through my math friend that he had in fact tried to find me but had no luck.

I still don't know if that is true.

But he did tell me that he thought I was "too classy" for that guy.

I think that was a compliment?

I did however love the dance. 

Being with my roommates was hilarious and I actually enjoyed myself for a good 2 hours at a dance.

Also, I found my new favorite song.

It's called something along the lines of

"Don't stop that Thun, Thun. Thun."

Except get the edited version then enjoy a dance party.

It has created one too many great times around the Ghett.

*sorry no pictures, after reading back through this, I'm going to save this kid from any further humiliation. I mean come one. The poor kid is from Vernal.*