Sensible shoes and a quest for ice cream
This past week was Snoball week at DLHS. The week was filled with dress up days and craziness.
The week went by with classy day, blaze orange and camo day, red and white day, backpack day and tie dye Friday. I find it odd that we were allowed to have a backpack day when we aren't allowed to carry backpacks in school. Some people dressed up and some people didn't. The whole week led up the Snoball dance. I wasn't going to go, but then Siri and our friend Julia convinced me to go.
The dance started at 9 p.m. on Saturday evening. Having spent the day skiing at Maplelag, by 9 p.m. Siri, Julia and I were fast asleep. After some reminders from my parents that we should actually get up, we climbed out of our slumber. We were half asleep, but we pulled on our "formal" dresses anyway.
Our dresses were anything but formal. Sundresses, as you may call them. I, being the fashion diva that I am, wore a nice brown down vest over my dress. Not exactly what you'd call attractive.
We arrived at the dance at about 11 p.m. For some reason we decided it would be a great idea to stand outside in the parking lot for about 10 minutes. It was slightly chilly in just a dress. The three of us finally made it inside the school only to find the music going strong and loud.
Siri and I lost Julia within five minutes. We then decided to go dance like crazy on the stage of the gym. Some teachers apparently didn't like that, so we got yelled at and had to come down. After searching for Julia for quite awhile, we found her and started doing the tango on the dance floor. We were going crazy for about 20 minutes and then we got bored. No longer wanting to be there, we headed out on a search for ice cream.
Here's where the disappointment comes in. The three of us drove to Central Market to buy some Ben and Jerry's ice cream. You know that big glowing sign that reads, "Open 24 hours?" It lies! We couldn't get in. The entrance was all blocked by shopping carts. We were so confused as to why the store would advertise being open 24 hours and then not be open. With our heads held low we headed over to Burger King to maybe get some shakes.
At Burger King the disappointment continued. We drove through the drive through that was supposedly open until 1 a.m. only to find that they don't serve ice cream at night. After being yelled at by the lady through the microphone, we headed over to the gas station.
At Holiday, we bought some chocolate milk and some iced tea. We had a lovely conversation with the check out girl about how the dance was boring. Apparently multiple groups of people had come through complaining about how the dance wasn't very good. After chatting for a bit, we made our way home, not fully satisfied.
Even though the dance wasn't very enjoyable, we still had fun just goofing around with friends. And even though our extensive search for ice cream didn't turn out the way we wanted it to, we still had fun running around in the cold in our not-so-weather-appropriate clothing. Although for my mother's sake, I was indeed, wearing sensible shoes.
Berit Ramstad Skoyles is a sophomore at Detroit Lakes High School.