I have a profound and socially debilitating fear of dancing. So it was with great reluctance that I went to the senior formal tonight at Ravens Stadium. My date: Shamik.

We had to wait on some friends before leaving, so we spent the time on C-level in the library reading a bunch of technical science books and talking for some time about the Michelson-Morley experiment. It was an odd thing to do in formal attire.

When we got the the ballroom I quickly ditched Shamik for gender-related reasons and proceeded to the bar and then to various tables and sofas. For the next three hours many interesting things happened which I am not at liberty to talk about, but needless to say, I was having a good time. I even danced for a moment, but then quickly regained my senses and returned to a table where I belonged.

Later, in an act of injustice unrivaled in the history of the world, my night ended in sheer and utter disappointment. And with that, I returned here to my blog to record in the most general terms the events of this evening, an evening which on balance I would still give a 9 out of 10.