2/23, Monday, 7:04 p.m.: We would just like to point out that the DTH’s coverage of Dance Marathon paled in comparison to ours, which is strange considering the newspaper’s resources. The unreadable font on the front page and bare-bones photo essay on page 7 were disconcerting, considering the Dance Marathon organizers had a press release available on their Web site less than an hour after the event ended, with information students would have liked to read. If the DTH spent less time writing about itself in honor of its birthday, we wonder if an event that raised $394,278.94 during the past year might have received more coverage.Maybe tomorrow?
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8:15 p.m.: Final Post
Done. Amazed. Dance Marathon announced right before 7 p.m. tonight that the organization raised $394,278.94 during the past year to benefit the children and families of North Carolina Children’s Hospital. This is a $70,000 increase from last year. The organization’s 11 year fund-raising total now surpasses $2 million. We celebrated until I essentially booked it out of Fetzer to home, where I took the most incredible shower of my life and will now sleep for 12 glorious hours.
Two lessons. 1) Dance Marathon synthesizes the best qualities of this campus and captures the crux of what Carolina means. Sign up to dance at least once while you attend school here. At the very least, volunteer or morale.
2) If we can stand for 24 hours despite our initial handicap, well…consider the possibilities and take it as inspiration. Not to toot our own horn but…toot toot.
4 p.m.: Post #3
The hours between Post #2 and this post have been filled with passion, excitement, barely bearable pain, misery and deeply longing looks cast at chairs. We’re watching the game standing right now (possibly the most uncomfortable position in which to watch a game) and our legs are killing us. Or are we killing our legs? Either way, various performances by the Clef Hangers, Achordants, Backbeat, the Loreleis, and more have kept us entertained during the past few hours (that includes conversations like: “Guys like the Clefs would never be this popular in high school for being standouts in chorus”), in addition to the loopy, sleep-deprived ramblings uttered by our fellow dancers.
Examples: “I just wish more than anything, that I could dance like a black girl. Isn’t that what every white girl wishes?” and “This Red Bull makes me feel so good I should just bathe my feet in it.” Another favorite: “If you look at the bricks for a really long time, they stop looking like bricks,”…to which her friend replied, “Yeah, I see what you mean!” And nearly everyone has been discussing both mutiny and the wild out-of-body experiences they are all facing, since this entire Marathon is incredibly unnatural…but totally awesome, on account of the kids.
The previously hungover among us underwent a game-changing moment at about 9 a.m. when free Red Bulls were distributed to the red-eyed dancer. No pain, no gain. We’re almost there…
9:30 a.m.: Post #2
We at the Marathon are leading a paradoxical existence: how can it be so late, yet so early at the same time? Since our last update, highlights have included watching the sun rise on a romantic group outing of 1600 in Kenan Stadium, a puzzlingly hot homoerotic dance performance by Diversions (watching the video is a must) and a raging rave which took place at about 7 a.m.
While this is all good and fun, we at the Daily Tar Hole have been intrigued by the substance abuse some dancers are turning to in their effort to keep standing until 7 p.m. tonight. Dip, Adderall, cigarettes and IVs of Red Bull have found a deeply interested black market at the Marathon, which can only thrive as we near the end. In addition, an anonymous report warns of the odor of marijuana wafting from administrative areas. We find the link plausible, as we leave shortly to participate in “group yoga.”

While everyone's tired, no one will sleep after witnessing this.
1:22 a.m.: Post #1

Baby pool orgy. No, actually soothing tired feet in the most therapeautic substance of all: packing peanuts.
Welcome, readers, to your glimpse inside Dance Marathon at Fetzer Gymnasium. DM began at 7 p.m. Friday night and will end at 7 p.m. Saturday night. We are about 6 hours (only 25%) into the event and this place is hoppin’. Our regular wit may be dulled by the lack of sleep, particularly because your main writer went out hard as shit last night (fuck you, Top O) and is nursing this hangover by standing for 24 hours, a marked change from the usual orange Gatorade, Aleve and curluponthecouch cure.
About 1500 dancers are here, slipping into a sleep-deprived delirium, and the dance moves are becoming more and more erratic, sweaty and strangely delightful.
A great Girl Talk-esque DJ, E-603, just played and we witnessed the men’s rowing and soccer teams engage in a dance-off, with strip tease overtones. Here are some pictures:

Sober rave to E-603. Seriously. No one is drunk. Or high. And we're all fucking tired.

Captain Planet: For the Kids. Note the red shirt...
Check out a live feed of the event at www.uncmarathon.org, while sitting…you lucky bastard.