In theory, cotillion sucks. The basic idea is a place where kids go to learn old people things like how to set a table or write thank you letters. Then you get to slow dance with a bunch of little dudes shorter than you* (some of which you have to lean down to get remotely close enough) and drink water downed lemonade. But if you have gone to cotillion, you know that that stereo type is a little off.
First of all, you get to dress up a little bit. I kind of have fun putting on my heels and mascara so I can go hang out with my friends. The white gloves, however, are so out of place. You have girls in these varied dresses, most of which are not very fancy, and we have these stupid gloves on. Like, why? It just makes everything awkward.
Another complete myth about cotillion is their lemonade and cookies. Yes, they did put about a third of the amount of mix they should have in there once, but that was once. Most the time it tastes pretty good. The cookies have some weird almost lemony aftertaste tp them, and are so tender and soft, you could leave an indent by just touching them. It is true that whatever bro is closest to you hast to bring you the lemonade and cookie, but who cares? (It is kinda nice to make some one bring you crap, even if the cookie is practically a liquid.)
Sadly, however, you do dance with guys. No one likes it, especially when you know the dude. I mean, how award do you get? Lat time I danced with Wyatt and I almost have to obliviate him so no one would find out. But that doesn't count, because I always want to obliviate Wyatt. You only slow dance for about twenty minutes one or twice, and most the time I manage to get seated next to Lynden and April.
Over all, I'd say cotillion is a 50/50 deal. You get to eat cookies, but you also freaking touch some idiot guy, so it evens it out.
*I was wearing 3 inch heels, but I am a little below average height wise, so I would say that if you don't wear heels it probably wasn't too noticeable
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