RAG Week: Foam Party

source of the foam Originally uploaded by bgilmor.

Failing to live up to its hype, and both its good and bad connotations, Thursday night's foam party was mostly a dud. I'm hardly a veteran of wild foam parties, but for some reason I thought there would be more foam. As it was, there was only a foam machine over one small area of the dance floor, causing a survival of the fittest for anyone who wanted to feel their heads temporarily moistened with foam. All the other international students left early, but for some reason, I was determined to stick it out. So finding myself alone, I threw my body into the fray, getting bounced around from person to person. By the end of the night, I had gotten knocked down, caught a t-shirt that was thrown from the balcony, and found myself horribly underdressed. Oh yes. MAJORLY underdressed. After talking to people who had been to these parties in the past where there would be three feet of foam covering the dance floor, I made the decision to wear a swimsuit, a white t-shirt, and tennis shoes. I even convinced my poor friend John to do the same thing. Let's just say that swimsuits weren't the choice attire for the night. On the way out the door and on the walk home, when people finally had a clear view of my shorts that looked like they came from a florist, just about everyone I encountered was laughing at me. I even had someone stopped at a red light in a car wave and laugh. Chalk another one up in the experience column.