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Setting up for the dance with our DJ, Sexy Mitch. Here, a bunch of people help him finalize his playlist.
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The partygoers arrive and admire our wall art, including some programming code and a pair of taped up glasses.
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Continuing around the room, there was:
a pocket protector, the batman symbol, the spiderman symbol, DDR arrows, and the number i.
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Greg and his polygamous dates.
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The two coolest guys at the party. Some bully broke my glasses when I told him that I was going to a nerdly dance.
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Some more cool posters:
This would be the opening tag for a dance in HTML.
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And this would be the close tag.
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Vange led the group in a line dance of sorts.
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Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting, these two especially.
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And some people danced in the only way they knew how, with DDR arrows.
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Thriller, complete with some coreography.
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Apparently Greg visited the 1930s to learn his dancing techniques.
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The party was encroaching on the DJ's personal space.
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The Conga Line snakes its way through the partygoers.
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Ssssssssllllllllooooooowwwww shutter speed.
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Look at those Main Campbellonians go!
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Aww, poor Mitch. All alone, with nobody to dance with.
Oh, and Happy Birthday, Elaine.
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Apparently there's something hardwired into Virginia Tech students that makes them behave oddly when Enter Sandman starts to play. I mean, I was worried about the structural integrity of the floor.
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"w00t," says Jeremy. w00t indeed. Comments on this picture include "You make an old man proud, Peter"; "I always suspected you were a lady's guy, Peter"; and "Hot, with a capital H."
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It's fun to stay at the YMCA. Or Hillcrest. I mean Hillcrest.
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And now for some posed shots: Kevin and I, complete with slide rule. Note my official TSA attire.
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And Mitch and I doing some fake modeling shots.
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Look, I brought some cables. Doesn't everybody have cables?
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