Failure to launch

Gwen Royle and Kassem Ossman

While I loved being able to hang out with my friends and dance, there were definitely some issues with homecoming.

The DJ was so horrendous. I think I counted three songs that were made after 2016 and he almost exclusively played male artists. All night I was waiting for some Doja Cat and I was never blessed with her voice on those loud speakers.

The inflatable chairs were, however, fun for about an hour. People were either sucking faces, piling three to four people per chair because of the limited amount available or throwing them in the crowd, which was a cute idea turned into a free for all.

When we arrived we were all given wristbands for food, which I assumed meant free food for the night, but when I went to get ice cream, they cut off my wristband and I was no longer able to get any more food from the trucks! They seriously charged $10 extra per ticket for an ice cream sandwich or a mini cupcake.

While the events had it’s highs it wasn’t enough to ignore the rust that has formed while in quarantine. Let’s only hope that we have scared those hiccups away and that our future events are more thought out.