I've been such a bad little blogger lately. But schoolwork is out to get me (in a...good way?).
The Formal was amazingly fun. Roommate J, HaHa (temporary nickname of the girl rooming with us next year) and I got ready together and ended up walking over (not too far, but we were wearing impractical shoes and would have preferred a ride if ours had actually showed up). The place was PACKED. At one point HaHa and I got sucked as if by a whirlpool into the middle of the dance floor where we were jammed between four tall sweaty people and had to rock back and forth with our hands at our sides until the song ended and someone to our left went to get a drink. From around 12:30 to 1:00 the dance floor was like this. It was amazing, but I was glad when people started to leave and we regained the use of our arms. Roommate J danced with a couple guys and CC danced with her boyfriend (a twin!) but there were no slow songs so the rest of us could have a good time too. HaHa, Roommate J and I left at around 1:30 to beat the rush and walked back to the dorm together, speculating about various turns of events and who was there with whom and what color the dresses actually were, etc.
The dramatic peak of my evening came when I looked up from the dessert table to see a guy I had been telling my roommates about (describing him as tall and extremely good looking) standing with a couple of his friends and wearing a dress.
My first thought: !!!!!
My second thought: AWESOME!!!!!
I also got to catch up with friends I hadn't seen in a while, which was fun, but sort of impractical, because since it was so loud our conversations invariably went like this:

Nom de Plume: Hi!
Friend: Hi!
Nom de Plume: You look beautiful! (or great!)
Friend: I look fruitful?!? (or late?!?)
Nom de Plume: You look beautiful! (or great!)
Friend: Oh! So do you!
Nom de Plume: What?
Friend: So. Do. You.
Nom de Plume: What?
...
and so on.