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Ugly people wearing bad shoes

Paola Zinatelli

Deputy Editor

I decided that after five years of being at Western, I would give in to the persistent requests of my lovably adorable, walking hormone of a friend and her requests to attend this year’s Charity Ball.

In reality, I went because hey, any excuse for me to buy new clothes, I’m there. So, after a shopping spree at Mexx, I was ready to go.

Saturday night arrived, and as we sat around my primary partner’s apartment drinking cheap pink wine, watching Clue (yes, there is a movie) and getting dressed, it dawned on me that I had no idea what to expect that evening.

Would it just be a glorified prom, only this time I would legally be able to drink? Or would it actually be a good night, spent with friends having a good time?

The only way to properly describe what I saw when we got to the Convention Centre would be Ferngully meets a drunken Saved by the Bell: The College Years. Everyone, except for the odd few, was dressed formally for the event.

It was a big party with a couple thousand of your closest friends. And by closest friends I mean 2,000 strangers and some ugly people wearing bad clothes and bad shoes you wish you had never seen before. After getting a few drinks in me — which took a while, as I had not been informed you needed to buy tickets first — it was off to the dance floor. The evening started with some Britney, and then some Nirvana, and I thought it could turn out to be a promising event.

When the DJs decided to play Bryan Adams’ “Everything I Do (I Do It For You”, I knew the evening would never recover from the horrible blow it had just been dealt.

As my friend and I left the dance floor in search of people we knew, I felt a girl’s hand on my ass. While some might enjoy this, it really wasn’t my kind of thing.

We wandered around the room for the 100th time chatting with some friends here and there, shaking our fists at those who got to the midnight buffet before we did; and that’s how the majority of the night was spent. While the whole night raised money for some good causes, overall the evening felt like it lacked something.

We ended up leaving Ferngully early, went home and ordered pizza. And I danced around — to some Duran Duran and Pet Shop Boys — in my pajamas. That was the highlight of my evening.

So in the end, it was just a glorified prom, only this time I could have a few drinks and check out the people there with my date. And I even put up with having my ass grabbed, because in the end, it was for a good cause.



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