We were over at Billy's getting ready for the dance on Friday night. His parents were gone somewhere, so he grabbed a six-pack from the back of the fridge and snuck it into his bedroom. The three of us each drank two ice cold beers as quickly as we could, then hopped on our bikes to head to the dance. We rode fast to the dance taunting each other to race. I felt great when I got there, and for the first time ever wasn't afraid to get out on the dance floor right away. I even asked a girl to slow dance that night; it was great!