It was the best dance that ever happened to Farmington, New Mexico.
The decorations were beyond description, those in attendance will recreate them in dreams.
The balloons were filled with exactly the right amount of perfect air, and the streamers hung above even the tallest of heads.
Everyone wore stylish jeans and had bright eyes that were illuminated and magnified by dim and warm light.
Askers were accepted, and wallflowers waltzed to familiar and underplayed songs whose sound filled the room with heavenly acoustics.
Even numbers of girls and boys floated across the floor in deliberate pathways. Never colliding accidentally.
Space seemed to adjust as the crowd waxed and waned and waxed in rhythm with the music and each other.
When it’s talked about later on, in any setting, eyes will flicker, and knowing smiles stretch across remembering faces.
Hands will tingle where palm touched palm.
Unfortunately, it was over at 9:30, and we got there at 10:00.
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