...I danced my heart out at homecoming.

Yes! At last!
I cannot explain how excited I was to be going to the dance after such a stressful week.

I really wanted to let loose and have fun. And I can say that I did.
My friends, a big groups of about 9 of us, met for a before-party earlier Saturday.
The theme this year was Get Your Greek On and so, we accordingly watched Hercules, and My Big Fat Greek Wedding, while eating spanakopita (ssoooooo good) and gyros and making little gold leaf crowns to wear.

It was a real συμβαλλόμενο μέρος
or party in Greek.

But I have to tell you about high school dances. They are crazy! Fun to dance at, but nonetheless really insane. The music this year wasn't too great, but the good music the DJ chose to play was fun. The thing is, whenever I attend these dances, something must go wrong in our minds.

There's the whole freak dancing part of the attendees, and that's always a bit nerve wracking and awkward to see, especially if the dancers are people you see around school and seem perfectly normal during the week. And you can't really say that it means nothing. I know that a few of my friends were taken aback when they saw their peers on the dance floor, and I don't blame them.

Then there's the people you see letting loose and having fun dancing, that you never imagined would be there (not that that side of them was never there before), and it's great to see them so happy.

By the end of the night, I was satisfied, exceedingly sweaty, and ready to sleep.
Isn't that what these dances are about?