Dinner and Dance

Last night I went for my first dance party. My first official party with people in my age group at the end of the Model United Nations Conference. The three days spent in stifling school blazers and referring to yourself in third person.

I was the delegate of Sudan and was voted in the superlatives: Most Act-Big delegate.
But in a sense Sudan was the only country representing Africa in the UN Reform council so I was perfectly justified.

It was quite alright, lemonade, food, a piece of brownie, and the some quite cliched songs of the teenage world. Namely "Womanizer" and "Don't Cha" and a track or two from Rick Astley and Maroon 5, some random Bollywood remix and the type which reminds you a little of Black Eyed Peas but isn't Black Eyed Peas. People danced and as I was thinking about after the dinner and dance last night, I think the best song to describe the overall feelings I had was "Too Busy Being Fabulous"

If you notice the dance floor, and the whole conference span of three days, some people just want attention and they do get it by cracking up a few jokes and doing something. I have nothing against that, just a little envy that I don't know how to achieve that sort of attitude, especially around the guys. What with my school being an all girls school since the age of 7 and the only male acquaintances I have being people from church.

A balance between striking up a conversation and flirting is hard to find during this sort of social event. Conversations were way easy during the conference itself. But when the actual partying starts and I'm in a golden dress which has a drawstring (or draw-sash) neckline and reaches to below my knees... You find it hard to approach people when up on stage and tearing through the dance floor are girls who strut their stuff and look, in the easiest way to describe it, cool.

A delegate of Russia, (most schools have two teams and so my school had the countries Russia and Sudan), reportedly (she was not in my council), won the superlative for most flirty. And some other things. So it is rather hard for me to come to terms with my wants for, perhaps, a dance with someone for a hyped up song. It doesn't help matters when the guys start pretending to be gay couples.

I guess none of that matters. I've got God behind me in whatever I do, just that it is a little hard to hear him amidst loud disco music. Here are a few things I've learnt.

1) Never let yourself get to the stage where you fit the criteria of "Too Busy Being Fabulous"
2) Never wear high heels for dancing, or even normal life, you were dying and you weren't even in platforms or stilettos.
3) Never go partying on a school week. (This is holiday week but the 3 full-day United Nations simulation isn't moving my apparent stack of homework)
4)Always be seen as a person who doesn't mind love, but don't look like easy pucker-up either.