So as many of you know, I went to homecoming last friday. Because this is a dance, of course, there was music. And because this was a high school dance, of course, the music was crappy.
No offense, Taylor, but really? They all sound the same. Here was our selection:
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Save a horse, ride a cowboy
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All Summer Long (I CAN’T STAND THIS SONG)
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TNT
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Shake It
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Unidentifiable slow song
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Baby Got Back
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Cotton Eye Joe
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Unidentifiable slow song
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Unidentifiable Slow Song
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…you get the picture. Of course, I danced to most of them, unless I was out in the courtyard because it was so hot inside the gym. But did I actually enjoy the music? Not so much. I sang along to Shake It and TNT. I enjoyed those songs. Then I just lapsed into mechanical teen-dancing, which consists of shaking your hips and flailing your arms.
Ok, I did actually have fun. Just because the music stank like a trout that your cousin hid under your couch three weeks ago, doesn’t mean that the company was lacking. Or some of it. Most of the people that filled up the tiny little gym were not the people I typically enjoyed conversing with, but we had our own little group of about seven people, so it was all good.
