On Saturday night I had one of the most surreal experiences of my life. My friend Shay and I went to an ’80s-themed prom in Williamsburg called the Galentine’s Day Ball. We got there two hours late because we had to take like five trains and then trek for a while through the snow to get there, but it was still amazing, full of the greatest girls, rad bands, somewhat attractive hipster guys, corsages, and a ton of glitter. The “surreal” part was because it was the first time in a long time I wasn’t worried about anything. I’m usually either annoyingly wistful about the past or stressed out about the future, but at the dance, none of that mattered. It felt weird and unfamiliar, like a dream. I was actually able to relax and let loose and actually dance (bad news for everyone else; my moves are horrible) and laugh a lot and take some time to stand still and listen to the music. It was perfect. ♦