Sadly, I didn't have my own camera on me, so I can't provide full photographic coverage, but these are the pictures I've gotten from other people -- and there are a couple more on the way, so hang tight.
Welcome to the Waldorf=Astoria -- where chandeliers and other shiny motifs of high class abound!
Chilling at my post (at which I could easily avoid the dance floor) with occasional company.
With Mr. J's arrival, the party finally began to live up to its name...and I decided, at last, to join in (See? There I am -- in the background, with Dance Partner #1! Let's zoom in...).
My expression = *grumble* "I haven't even started to dance yet, why are you taking pictures?" *grumble*I learned early, after several awkward moments, that the dance floor could not be avoided forever. (However, I owe the girl in this picture for getting me out there in the first place.)
On the floor with Dance Partner #2!
On the floor with Dance Partner #2 -- as well as Dance Partners #3 and #4, who swept in from across the room.(I must a better dancer than I once thought.)
Ladies and gentlemen, the Graduation Cake has reached the dance floor!
CLASS OF '09!!!
I got called into the stretch Hummer for a nostalgic ride home in good company.
Don't grow up too fastAnd don't embrace the past
This life's too good to last
And I'm too young to care...
-- from "Blackout" by Muse
This was a night I'll never forget.
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