Summer: the time for short-shorts and an endless string of flings. It's basically like the rest of the year if you're at San Diego State - and if you're reading this, I assume you are somehow affiliated with the campus. If not, stop trying to look cool, you UCers!
Summer, however, is also a noted season for movies. And while I made my obvious choices in cinematic endeavors such as "Pineapple Express" and "The Dark Knight" (four times and counting), I let my mom drag me to none other than "Mamma Mia!"
Riddle me this, Aztecs - who doesn't like ABBA? I dream of taking a chance on Fernando and being the dancing queen at Waterloo when the occasion calls for it, but two hours of Meryl Streep revisiting the songs of the days when my mom wore short shorts and had a string of flings? Hey, I like to live dangerously.
The film changed my life. For some reason, I just can't stop daydreaming about the day my life is going to turn into a cheery musical.
I'm looking for my more-than-slightly effeminate Prince Charming to sweep me off my tap shoes while serenading me in a dazzling baritone.
And when he asks me out on our first date, I'd be so overcome with girlish joy that I would have no other way of expressing myself than to dance around my bedroom with a gaggle of my girlfriends, playing dress up and singing about the way he makes me feel while spontaneously bursting into a series of impeccably choreographed dance routines.
Cut to our date. Things are a little awkward at first, ("Golly, Tanya, you're just about the darndest girl I've ever been out with") and we're a little shy, but deep inside of us, we're head over heels, and convey it through a romantic duet that ends when he dips me and we have our first kiss. Let's hope he's been working on his upper body at the Aztec Recreation Center and doesn't let me crack my skull when he drops me.
Next, in true musical fashion, comes the intermission. All you readers out there now have the opportunity to put this paper down, stretch your legs and sample the on-campus cuisine… I recommend Sunset Strips.
Welcome back to act two. Now the whole cast is on for some exciting number - I imagine we'd pull off some leaps and twirls down the Free Speech Steps, catching the various protesters off guard.
Then it would probably follow that boy loses girl, girl being me and how dare he? But of course, I remain strong and unwavering until some grand gesture, usually involving a case of mistaken identity or a priest, a rabbi and Ryan Seacrest, brings him back into my arms.
Although, if art really does imitate life, during the finale, I would end up falling through a manhole breaking both my legs. That's usually how my luck goes.
But, alas, for some reason here I am in the real world where the only time I burst into song is when my roommates aren't home so that I don't offend anybody...and both legs are intact, so I'm thinking it's not a total tragedy.
-Tanya Dracolakis is a humanities junior.
-This column does not necessarily reflect the opinion of The Daily Aztec.
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