Monday, January 27, 2014

Monday Morning Stories With Mookie - Episode 102

The Time Mookie Went To The Ball

The college my wife "Megan*" went to has an event every year called "The Presidential Ball" where the school holds a dance hosted by and/or in honor of the President of the college. The entire college is invited - the entire student body, faculty, and alumni are all encouraged to show up in their best "formal dress" attire and have a good time.

When my wife first told me about it - and her desire to go this one particular year, the first thing I asked was "Is it boring?" When I pictured a "presidential ball," I pictured a stuffy room full of rich fat-cat alumni, uppity uber-nerd students, and old crotchety professor-types eating prime rib and dancing to the smooth sounds of the Lawrence Welk Orchestra.  My wife enthusiastically replied "No no! It is a total drunk-fest!" Needless to say, I was "in."

The evening of the event arrived, and my wife and I made our way to the ball looking all sorts of fancy. I had on a suit coat and tie, while she was wearing a tasteful - yet foxy- dress. We walked up the steps of the building where the ball was, and were greeted by tons of kids coming and going from the building. The guys were dressed in outfits that ranged from a nice suit and tie, all the way down to barely a dress shirt and jeans. Many had that douchey "frat bro" look about them, which made me laugh because I'm sure my look was not far off back when I was in college. Then.....there were the ladies....

Some were this bad.
Some were worse...
Most of the ladies were wearing "dresses," but sadly there were more than a few gals that were wearing dresses they shouldn't have been wearing. Like most college kids, I imagine they probably didn't have a whole lot of time or money to get a formal dress for an occasion such as this. Odds are good that a lot of the dresses they were wearing were old prom dresses from high school, or a prom dress they might have borrowed from a friend. Either way...some of these dresses didn't fit anymore....or just didn't fit to begin with. I'm not sure if it was a "freshman 15" kind of situation or what, but there were boobs and cleavage busting out all over the place. As tacky as it was...I was perfectly OK with this. I quickly told my wife that this should be called the "Bros and Boobs Ball."

After waiting in a short line, we made our way into the actual ballroom and the place was packed. Everyone was dancing, talking, and having a general good time. My wife ran into a few various friends, a few professors she had classes with, and introduced me to everyone. As we pressed through the crowd, it was apparent that everyone was having a good time. In fact, I would wager to say that a majority of the kids in attendance probably got "the party started" well before coming to the ball. I say this because a lot of them were good and HAMMERED. I had to admire that because back in the day.....I would have done the same thing.

As we walked through the crowd people were snapping pictures around us, and inadvertently - we'd end up in the background of them. My wife said we should start "photo-bombing" these people, which I think we ended up doing to a few of them. It would be nice to know there is someone out there looking at pictures going "Who are those two idiots posing behind us?" "Yeah that's Mookie and Megan. You're welcome."

As the night pressed on, several of Megan's friends said we needed to go with them back to their place, and then to a bar. I must mention an important fact here - some of these friends were still in college. So yes we were going to be partying with college kids. So not long before the ball was going to shut down, we started to make our way out of the building. As we exited with the crowd and ended up in the background of more pictures, I overheard many conversations within the crowd of people. My favorite involved a drunk girl riding on a guy's back - talking to another girl walking beside them. The walking girl asked the girl riding on the guy's back: "Are you guys having sex tonight?" To which the girl enthusiastically replied back: "We are TOTALLY having sex tonight." God bless those kids.

We made it back to the apartment of one of Megan's friends, and encountered some good quality drama upon our arrival. Some girl was upset with another girl about something, and there were "F" bombs galore, along with a string of "C" bombs for good measure. Ah drunk college girls dropping the "Hard C." Good times.

We all did some shots (yes I did shots with college girls), and then we headed out to a nearby bar. The bar was nothing fancy, but everyone talked, mingled, and drank the evening away. Nothing utterly eventful happened at the bar, but it was all good fun talking to everyone. Eventually we more or less closed down the bar and headed home.

Looking back, aside from the entire evening being fun - I remember 3 things:
1) My wife Megan looked hot.
2) Its too bad we don't get out like that much anymore, but that also probably made the night all the more fun; and
3) Megan's friends thought we were cool because we stayed out late with them.

I thought that was funny. Dude we are so cool you don't even know.
We might even have to go back this year.

(*) - Names changed to protect the guilty/innocent.


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