So, I show up at the dance and see pretty quickly that this is going to be an interesting evening. Out of the hundred people that were at the dance there might have been four that were about my age. The rest... closer to 60. At least. Maybe one or two in there 40's, several in their 50's, a lot above social security age. I took a few minutes to decide what to do. Then I spent the next three hours dancing with people older than my parents. It was HILARIOUS. I had such a good time. Maybe didn't help out my singleness very much, but I did get to dance and had a good time doing it. There were times when I would look around and just laugh because I tried to picture what I looked like surrounded by blue hair and dentures. Most of the time though I forgot where I was because I was having such a good time.
Random thoughts: "I kissed a girl and I liked it..." gets stuck in your head and never leaves, I had too much junk in my house before moving to Sierra Leone, I leave for Portugal on Friday and finally feel like I'm ready to go, Strawberry-Banana yogurt is my favorite.