I Wanna Dance with Somebody

Well, I learned the meaning of the whole, “the first bus is lame” concept. No one is there when you get there. It’s like you were the first person to the party. And it’s kind of awkward and everyone feels out of place.

Luckily! That only lasted for about 30 minutes until the second bus arrived. With the second bus brought all the upperclassmen and their dates. Let me tell you, they were ready to party. Yvonne, Rich, Mark and I were sitting at a table waiting for the rest of the Beta’s, when suddenly they came rushing in. It then felt like a party, and I felt like a real sorority girl.

Rich looked at Mark with this sad look. “Dude,” he spoke solemnly, “my flask is empty. I don’t think I’m going to maintain this buzz throughout this whole thing.”

Mark cracked up and nodded. “I’ll get Leslie to get us something. We’ll be fine.”

Yvonne and I shared strained looks. “Guys,” I spoke deliberately. I didn’t want to be a killjoy. But... “If either of you get caught drinking underage or cause any kind of problems, it’s not you that gets in trouble it’s me or Yvonne. So, be smart?”

Mark nodded and got Rich to agree. “Babe,” Mark said softly. “Let’s go dance. Don’t you worry about a thing.”

Mark drug me out to the dance floor and that was when I learned he was actually a really decent dancer. I’m not talking about grinding, booty-popping. He was actually a decent, real dancer. He kept in step, he was a good lead, I was shocked.

“Where’d you learn these moves, Don Juan?”

“Jose Cuervo.” He joked. “No, seriously... When my sister had her debut I was a junior escort for one of the girls, and I had to take dancing lessons. Well, as you can see, I’m a natural. Then when it came time for girls in my grade to have their debutante balls, I got asked to two or three a season. And, now you reap the benefits of a really awesome, super talented, devilishly handsome boyfriend.”

“Gag me with a spoon!” We continued to dance until Rich came over and said he’d found drinks. After that, we did a few shots, and to be honest, I can’t remember much...

The next morning, Yvonne and I woke up in my bed. I was totally disoriented. Why was I with her? Did either of us have a bad night?

It was 9:15, so I shook Yvonne awake. “Hey,” I spoke softly, realizing the severity of my hangover, “what’s up?”

Yvonne cracked a smile. “You don’t remember?” I shook my head. “Oh,” she began again, “Well, when Rich and Mark were about to take us back to their rooms, you informed them we were ladies and wouldn’t sleep with them. So, you politely asked they drop us off here together.” She wasn’t mad, she was laughing. For that, I was thankful.

“Why would I do that?” I now was laughing.

She smiled. “I told you I thought it was too soon for me to sleep with Rich, so you made up that dumb excuse for me. It was really sweet.”

I smiled back. “But wait!” I squealed, hurting my head. “He didn’t like get weird or try to be pushy with you? Because if he did...”

She interrupted me. “No! He was a total gentleman... I think I could... I think I might like him.” She dug her head in her hands.

I shook her shoulders excitedly. “THIS IS PERFECT! HE’S PERFECT! YOU GUYS ARE PERFECT!” We then cracked up, and went right back to sleep.

When I woke up again at 11, Yvonne had left a note saying Rich asked her to breakfast, but she didn’t want to wake me. I saw I had missed a call from Mark, Ree, and my mom. Mom left a voicemail saying the pictures that Leslie sent were adorable, so I just sent her a text telling her I had a wonderful time.

Ree rarely called, so I called her back first. She was a text girl, so I knew something was up. Surprise, she didn’t answer. I left her a voicemail asking her to call when she had a second.

Lastly, I text Mark and told him I was going to take a shower and he could come over whenever he wanted. I was hoping sooner, rather than later.

When I got out of the shower Mark was sitting in my room waiting on me. “Good afternoon!” He got up and kissed my cheek, as I walked behind my desk to get dressed. “How ya feeling?”

“Rough.” I responded honestly. “But thanks for going with me last night. You’re the best. Now, can we please go get some food?”

Just then, as I was putting on my clothes, my door slung open. Harriet ran in with a look of sheer bewilderment. “Kathleen! Where have you been? I’ve got some serious news!” She totally ignored the fact that I was only in my underwear and Mark was sitting on my bed.

“Hungover?” I looked at her quizzically. “What’s wrong?”

“ODP is on social probation for grades and the school won’t let us have any functions. So, our pledge party is cancelled!” She was clearly upset. I don’t blame her. I would be upset, too.

“What happened?” Mark seemed sincerely concerned.

“We fell below a 3.0 GPA average, and they have the right to cancel any social functions. I’m so embarrassed. I just asked Chet to the party, now I have to tell him it’s off.” And there was the meat of the problem... She was upset about blowing off her TOTALLY hot date.