Saturday, the Undergraduate Theatre Council, for which I am the chairperson, threw a dance for the Department of Theatre and Film. The justification for this event is that we have a rally in August, and banquet in May, and not a bit of an department-wide event in between. So, we decided to have a wedding-reception style dance, complete with DJ and a dance competition. While it didn't end up being widely attended, the thing was definitely a fucking BLAST. It was about two hours long, we were in a room way too big for how many people attended, there was plenty of food and lemonade, a vast number of people danced til they had stomach cramps (oh, man, did I have a stitch) and everyone laughed a lot.
Highlights include:
* the DJ playing "Heartbeat" by Annie, which I sang along to while everyone looked at me funny
* making boys dance that had no intention of ever doing so, perhaps in their entire lives
* breakin' it down with TH&F's Cutter/Draper, Associate Director of Theatre, and Administrative Specialist, just to name a few
* the Dance Contest in it's entirety: 5 rounds, with elimination (Jon and I stayed in through the 4th round! We were proud.): Swing, Hip Hop (professors + hip hop = brilliant; this is when Del and Ione dropped out, sadly), Slow Dance, the Hand Jive, and Salsa
Many consolation prizes were awarded, including Hardest Worker Award (Brady Blevins), Explosive Award (Del Unruh for complaining about the volume of the music more than once), Rhythm Award (Eric Avery/Omofalabo Ajayi), and Weirdest Dancer (Adam Burnett), among others. The ultimate winners of the contest, for being the best dancers all around, were Gail Trottier and "The Boss."
Ultimately, it was a hit. Those who came and enjoyed have promised to spread the word for next year. I really hope Jeanne comes and wins the whole damn thing. Pictures of the event will be used in the banquet slide show to mortify us all, and as soon as I get some of them, I will probably post them. Even ones of me. I make stupid faces when I dance, so I can just about guarantee that I look sillier than everyone else. And proud of it.
We're sorry you weren't there, KatieG! Everyone asked about you. Feel better soon.
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