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Sometimes, life imitates art.
Last night, during Oldies at the Wayside, I danced with some of my dearest friends, rocking out to Brown Eyed Girl. During the ShaLaLas, I took a moment and just looked; at my friends, at the slow blinking neon tubes, and I realized that I was at the end of the last scene of my College Years Movie. I could almost feel the camera pull focus, could feel the credits beginning to roll. It may not have been the best movie, and it may have been A LOT LONGER than similar films, but it will make me laugh and cry and smile for years to come.
I may no longer be an undergrad, but I'm going to keep dancing. Who's with me?
Last night, during Oldies at the Wayside, I danced with some of my dearest friends, rocking out to Brown Eyed Girl. During the ShaLaLas, I took a moment and just looked; at my friends, at the slow blinking neon tubes, and I realized that I was at the end of the last scene of my College Years Movie. I could almost feel the camera pull focus, could feel the credits beginning to roll. It may not have been the best movie, and it may have been A LOT LONGER than similar films, but it will make me laugh and cry and smile for years to come.
I may no longer be an undergrad, but I'm going to keep dancing. Who's with me?
