The dinner is over, the pictures are taken. Now they are off and away into the night, off to the evening's true great spectacle: the dance. They are riding in cars once again with their friends and look out the windows wistfully. Neither knows really what to expect, but they've been waiting and looking forward to this night for some time now.
And it has only just begun.
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Thursday, December 8, 2011
Blount Winter Formal: Act V
The dinner. It's a necessary ordeal in such an evening as this. They gather in the group, small talking and such. The girls coo about one another's dresses and make up. They have to divide the cars and rides amongst them, which is always a shuffle, but they don't mind. This is the social, the fun-loving. Let them do as they like. Now is their time to take pictures, make jokes, and bask in their friendship. This is their time.
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