My school had a Melave Malka last night, fascinating sociological observations.
First off, there are a few rules concerning how one is allowed to procure food
1) Never go alone. You must go with at least one other person, even if she just stands next to you without making any motions to take food herself. (If you go by yourself you must be a fat loser…or you will be soon)
2) Figure out the proportions of your plate – the salad must be taking up more place than the pasta. You can spread the salad thin, and compact the pasta, so really you have more pasta than salad – it’s alright, as long as it looks like you have more salad.
3) You cannot go back more than 2x’s. Period.
4) If you go back more than once, you must take a new plate. Carrying a used plate makes you look gluttonous.
5) Do not be over eager for food. This means waiting your turn, letting people ahead of you, even if they finish off what you really wanted.
6) You must whine about how much you ate, and how fat you are before each food you serve for yourself
Second, I was able to identify the different types of personalities and their expression in the dance form.
1) The uninhibited crazy dancer – she doesn’t necessarily have the best moves or grace, but she makes up for it in exuberance and shrieks.
2) The overconfident cocky girls who know all the organized dance sequences and execute them methodically with perfection.
3) The in-between girl. She’s relatively uninhibited, but she has little rhythm, and just following the steps a second after everyone else started it. She’s constantly looking at others and herself to make sure she’s keeping pace.
4) The girls who dance and try, but they hold back, unsure and end up looking stupid because they don’t commit. They think they’re preserving their dignity and poise, but they really end up looking as self-conscience as they are.
5) The girls who stand on the side- too cool, say it’s stupid, say they can’t really express/dance the way they want to because the principals are watching, but they really wish they could just let go of their inhibitions.
6) The girls who clean up.
7) The girls who stay home.
And then there was me, getting a premature experience.
I now know what it’ll be like in about 30 years, standing around at my niece’s, nephew’s, friend’s daughter/son’s wedding watching from the sidelines commenting.