| Sunday, March 14, 2004 |
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I'm civilized, dammit!
The concept of the formal (whether it's a grad, a celebration, or just a ball) has always fascinated me. You spend a lot of time and effort (if you're female, anyway) so you look like you're a civilized, lady-like, classy gal. But you're not. And everyone knows it. It's almost like a costume party. I went to a formal at the Hotel MacDonald that tried its utmost to be formal this weekend. It was a fraternity formal, and phrases such as "Remember, you're representing your fraternity" and "Remember, we are gentlemen" were bandied about by the influencers of the group fairly often. By the end of the night, however, there seemed to be very few "gentlemen" left in the group. Oddly enough, they'd all seemed to be replaced by drunken university boys dressed in gentlemanly attire. I enjoyed it immennsely though. I like the though of dressing up and pretending to be a 'real person' for the night. I, although they didn't stay, I enjoyed the gentlemen too. It's nice to be civiled every once in a while. Liberated at 9:57 p.m. | |
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