Mod Journal for St. Margaret's. (saintly_mods) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2016-05-06 19:55:00 |
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Thread: Dapper Dance 2016
WHO: All students and chaperones
WHEN: May 6th, evening
WHERE: The Ballroom
Whereas last year’s dresscode had been ‘white’, this year, the advice had been to dress up dapper. Ms. Menides had initially raised a quizzical eyebrow, but when she’d been explained it had meant to evoke the England of old – she assumed the turn of the century Edwardian Era – and that it meant monocles, hoop skirts, high hats and canes, she’d been appeased. Ms. Menides wasn’t especially fond of the British, but she did love the fin de siècle.
The ballroom didn’t need much of a change to update it to the theme: the architecture of the castle evoked that old-timey feel right and proper. There were, however, plenty of decorations, including banners that read #DapperDance2016. Ms. Menides had little patience for hashtags, but each decade had its own little nuisances. She would cope.
One of the eye-catchers was a small replica of the Big Ben that stood in the middle of the dancefloor, reaching high towards the ceiling. Every hour it rang, perfectly timed to the music, and then colorful bubbles burst forth out of it, containing confetti when those popped. The Groundskeeper would end up hating her, especially if he knew what would happen during the final hour…
The music was a careful blend between current pop music and British classics and underground pop, ranging from the Beatles to the Sex Pistols, from Amy Winehouse, Adele and Paolo Nutini to Hadouken!, Bloc Party and Day One. The music kind of defied the fancy décor – the high tables covered with satin sheets, the ornate flowerpieces in blue, red and white, the glasses piled up into pyramids – but this was, after all, a dance, and Ms. Menides was sure she would suffer the wrath of most of the student body if she were to give them jazz and classical music.
Top hats, monocles, canes, and other dapper props were available on a side table for the picture booth.
Ms. Menides took up an onion ring – the snacks were hardly elegant, instead going for the traditional British pub food: fish and chips, pigs in a blanket, fries, fried chicken… - and raised her glass to Jack, who was scowling on the other end of the dancefloor. The teacher had a pool going to see when the punch was going to be spiked. She pretended not to know about it, but she hoped Jack would win. Perhaps his frown would disappear and he would have as much fun as the students were having.