T.A.G. Masquerade: I Came to Dance

Transition and guidance. That's what our beloved T.A.G. leaders are here for. These hapless sophomores are trained for months in the fine art of baby-sitting us ignorant freshman. The noble students who take on this challenge are essentially the welcoming committee; they acquaint us with the rules, the campus, and each other... also, the art of the masquerade.

Our T.A.G. leaders: talk about blind leading the blind

Yes, after six danceless weeks, we were able to cut loose and unleash our inner dancing queen (interpret that however you will). Some groups performed skits, some gave dramatic interpretations of children's books, others made short videos mocking the school's occasionally strict guidelines. However, we danced. We sang. We conquered.

Gabe belting out the chorus as the rest of us do... that

Our group sang a parody of "What is Love?" (entitled "What is T.A.G.?", if you hadn't guessed) much to the surprise - and, in the case of my shorts, disgust - of the audience. As I mentioned, we won first place; we get Subway to ourselves for an entire evening and get to play games, eat free food, and don our gay apparel one last time within its hallowed walls. Mmm, meatball mozzarella.

Putting a crick in our necks one head bob at a time

Thanks to the dedication, creativity, and wardrobe of the entire team (and especially Alex and Brittainy, our poor, poor leaders), we snatched the blue ribbon away from thirteen other groups made up of our fellow freshmen. And most of us got to do it without bringing shame to our entire family, too!

Thriller in the Griller

If you want to see our dance in all of its humiliating glory, go here. Or don't - but just know you're missing out! Also check out the opening ceremony, which featured not one - but two! - drag queens and set the androgynous tone for the rest of the evening. Want to find out who the first losers were? That would be T.A.G. group #2 in their hilarious skit, which won them second place (and look, another guy in a dress). Third place went to this well-choreographed send-up to 'Glee' by my roommate's group.

Feels good, man

T.A.G. masquerade has certainly been the highlight of my brief college career, and - maybe, just maybe - I can be a part of it next year, too. But next time, I'll be leading the pack and I won't be the one wearing the dress-code-shattering clothing.

Not pictured: dignity

Probably.

                                                                                                                                                                   

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