a dancin' and a prancin'

sigh.....the first dance of the year-destined to be memorable.......and painful. actually, it averaged out ok, but there were definite downs, stabbing awkwardness into the fun. i love her and all, but my friend didn't help much. she spent most of the time NOT dancing 'cause she was moping about her crush (who in her mind hates her with a fiery passion, though it's actually unsure) and sobbing hysterically over songs that "they always have to play!", though they're first timers. it was weiiiirrd, not to mention overdone in the worst way. she evidently reverted into her old ways of "i am the only one here-pay attention to ME!", which is no fucking fun for me. the tears fall and "ohmygod NIKA WHATS WRONG?!?!" and BOOM! just like that, i disappear, to mope about MY crush (yes, she's NOT actually the only one in the world with guy problems)....alone. fun.