I just want to remember:
Finding ourselves at an after-party of sorts. Running to our rooms to snazzy up a little, after eight hours of intense physical work, coming down ten minutes later, looking spectacular. Eating the food, watching the colours, the clothing, the smiles, a bright night.
Excluding ourselves, eating on the stairs, plates on our laps and hushed giggles. One of thosemoments you don't foresee for yourself, what is a rector, anyway?
As the guests leave, their shiny red plastic chairs in lonely circles, the staff gets a bit rowdy, speakers are pushed together, music is played. Dancing begins, the men are moving, laughing, playing. At the first opportunity, three girls and a boy hop into the fray, dancing and laughing. The song is over. The dancing is over, as abruptly as it began.
There is mention that it is because women were dancing with men. Whoops.
- M
