My Date MeganHomecoming: the dictionary defines it as the annual school or university reunion for graduates. I actually had to look it up because, truthfully, I didn’t have an exact idea on what homecoming was actually about. The plethora of completely unrelated events seemed to, in my mind, dilute the “true” meaning of homecoming. Honestly, I don’t know how homecoming became a student body event rather than an alumni event…whatever; the true meaning of homecoming is boring anyway.

The signature event of homecoming was the dance… and I needed to get a suit. Not only did I need a suit, I needed a suit in two hours. After the football game, I went to a nearby Men’s Warehouse to resolve this dilemma. While quietly browsing, I was assaulted with sales pitches…“For $200 more, you could have two rear vents!” said the annoying salesman. It took some time, but, after listening to the sale’s pitches and countless buy one get one half off deals, I bought a suit. The tailor complained that he had to fit the suit so soon, but it took him five minutes. I rushed back to the dorm to get ready for my dance

The dance was exactly like you’d expect…there was no actual dancing. As with all dances these days, shaking one’s hips close to someone else’s is the preferred style. I’d dare say that a lot of people couldn’t even do that with any sense of rhythm. However, I am in no place to judge… someone tried to teach me to dance once, but never again. So, like all the rest, I flailed my hips around like I was having a seizure.

Our Hall Macot To conclude the evening, I had my date pose with a fellow dorm mate… as you can see from the picture, he took the dance seriously: he wore a kilt and had a cigar in his mouth the entire time. I’m sure there were alumni roaming around on campus, but, to the students, homecoming provided some welcomed relaxation.