It gets dark real slow when you look forward to a night of
pomp and glamor in the first weekend of the semester. Everything has to go in
tandem with the mood of the night. The ladies get a little skimpy and the guys
wear something that won’t inhibit all the dances that require some agile
movements. The parties often start in the hostels with the ladies trying out
different for the night to cater for both the cold and agility during gyration.
The guys never take make up into much consideration as much as the dress code.
It is here that the guys unleash their well reserved clothes and demons as
well. If you needed to make a fashion statement, then you didn’t have to hold
your breath for long. This is the much needed platform to do something better
than the alpha males of the society. If you don’t look as good as him then your
chances to get lucky are a wee bit slimmer than the lady he will dance with.
Pray ye that it’s not your girlfriend or worse, your crush… honestly I don’t
know how that is worse but if you have a crush you might crack my code. It is
where people realize relationships were never that serious after all. Girls
don’t tag boyfriends along and vice versa is also as likely.
Total drama goes down when boyfriends dance with everybody.
They all get a turn apart from the official girl and what ensues is as obvious
as the color of blood. Hold onto that thought. Drinks are In plenty and they
are accompanied by dances; every weird one of the routines. The student centre
is stocked with all kinds of frothy and fuzzy drinks alike. Of late they have
discovered some distilled liquor in the name of white mischief that gets you
mischievous all night. People grind all night then when people don’t find a
solution to the week’s distress at the bottom of their bottles, enters the
party spoilers. These are always the battle brawlers. After they have had one
too many to drink nobody is stronger than them. They will always find fault in
the most righteous of circumstances. On this one particularly they just wreaked
havoc to any weakling in there. In the wake of such vices on the dance floor,
the bouncers if any, take the fights outside or deal with the drunks squarely.
With them out of the way, the second rate males grab this chance to hit the
dance floor with the pretty ladies the alpha males were unwise to leave behind.
You might think this is the part good triumphs over evil but NO. The ladies
then decide not to dance with the guys they don’t much less the ‘lame’ guys in
school. So in these kind of frustration some take to the seats and take it out
on anybody unlucky enough to cross their path. With all kinds of people in such
a social place, it is expected to get to various people with various mood
swings. For someone who has seen a rough week, it would be very mean if an
alpha male ruins any chance of you getting a dance by maybe charming your girl
away with his charms on the floor. If solitude was not planned for, it’s never
the best place to stay after a lady prefers another over you. Slowly waltz away
and make sure she or nobody else does not notice this. Sad is now when none of
the ladies you went with even does as much as look your way unless she needs
water. They all get snatched away and before you know it, you know nobody on
the dance floor. This for a dude is not good news. No lady with principals
dances with a stranger. I never really get the whole point of principality or
morality here but moving on swiftly, as a guy, don’t stick around or you will
have stuck something right through your heart. This is that point in the party
where everyone has danced their energy away and the heat is going away faster
than the night. There are lovers dove tailed into each other everywhere and we
can’t forget those who have been knocked out of their senses lying prostrate on
the ground in a pool of their own saliva, urine or worse vomit. Normally it’s always two by two in the fields
adjacent to the student center and the security never have a say in that lest
they arouse the anger of the drunk and Lord knows how well those people can
ruin your night or worse your life.
At this juncture a wise deejay will put people in the mood
and it’s a one way ticket to cloud nine. When the cold gets too intense it’s
the breaking point and this is where couples part ways or lucky ones get rooms
if you get my drift. With the security on guard and high alert such an attempt
is way futile so walking alone in the cold to your place is a welcome idea
also.
I didn’t get to touch on the dances because it is much
common knowledge that men will preferably grind or mount if comfortable. Then
there happens to be those kids who never left their houses under normal
circumstances at the wee hours of the night. These are the same kind who are
clumsy on the dance floor. They will either work over time to make sure you
never get to dance with the lady you came with by throwing themselves all over
the dance floor or she might step on all your toes while dancing and
considering the dancing styles, I doubt if it’s only the toes that will get
hurt. Ladies too have a weak point. It’s not always about grinding and groping
on the dance floor. Time to get all kinky will come much later. It’s about the
routine too. Rubbing on the guy too hard might cause pain as opposed to the
much desired effect and it’s particularly not a good thing if you want the guy
to stick around. If you are not particularly that jiggly or music gets you in
the mood for anything else apart from dancing, there is an upside. You can
watch the rest exorcise their demons on the floor as you suck down your drink
frothy or otherwise. Funny though, these are the guys who always get the best
ladies. Sad but true. It’s not a curse to be single but do the guys who do so
little deserve so much really?....
