April 17, 2004 - 10:54 a.m.

Last night Dan and I attended the college semi-formal of his boyfriend, MC. We were collectively bussed down to Boston and boarded upon a cruise ship in the harbor, in manner of cattled being corralled. Also in attendace were about 8 of MC's closest college friends, and, as it turns out, we were what appeared to be the misfit table.

Which probably would've bothered me back in 1997, when I was in college. I am not, fortunately, the same person I once was. There was quite the assortment. We had the extroverted hippie chick, her brainy boyfriend, the extremely obese girl, the moody loner, and lets not forget about the homosexuals. Despite the age difference between Dan and I and these college kids, we liked them exceedingly and very much enjoyed their company. Surprisingly, so did the rest of the attendees. I was not expecting to see impressionable youth so excepting and loving of all. Times are a'changin.

Everyone in the table of misfits was well liked and known by all. Many people whom I would classify as the "cool crowd" stopped by to say hello at least once and commented on how well everyone looked. There were smiles and friendliness everywhere.

Good God. Kids today are alright, indeed. I was expecting to have to start some sort of Jerry Springer rumble in the defense of my new friends. Hell no. This is what having fun should be, everyone doing their own thing and getting along fabulously.

On another note, Dan and I have never felt more our age than last night. We will both be 25 in the next few months, and there was a significant culture gap between us and everyone else.

For example, the first hour of music that was played was entirely rap. Dan and I have attended occasions where rap was mixed in with goodies such as "YMCA", "Celebration", and "The Electric Slide". In addition, we recognized none of these rap songs and everyone got excited and sang along.

Unfortunately for me, I borrowed a pair of Dan's heels from his drag queen competetion days and my feet were fucking killing me. The crew on the ship forbid anyone from removing their shoes all evening. This meant I danced one song and remained seated for three.

Which was fine with me because there was a bar for those old enough to participate, and I was having a wonderful time people watching and striking up random conversations with strangers.

My poor feet. I might never walk properly again. At least I didn't wear the five inch heel laced-up-to-the-knee number I saw one girl wearing. She was practically carried off the ship when the evening came to a close. Judging from the footwear I saw, most all females were anticipating shoe removal for the dancing. Goddamn Cruise Nazis.

For today, I think (provided it's alright with my tempermental lazy boyfriend) I will go visit Dave in Boston. I have not seen him in five weeks and I need to get laid.

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