alright, guys.
in the spirit of "new" and "change",
i went out twice this weekend.
here we go.
-meeting Thor, an abercrombie model with a 2011 Camaro who proceeded to take off his clothes halfway through the night. he told me i was cute. and then he made out with a girl who wasn't his girlfriend.
-taking our very, very happy friend home with us after her house party got to be a little too much
-moving our mattresses in the living room
-minne mouse in two costumes
-watching my roommate "plug" herself into a different outlet throughout the night everytime
we switched locations. she went as a christmas tree.
-meeting an adorable 22/23 year old couple who are engaged to be married.
-texting my sister who had an amazing seattle weekend.
-spending all day in bed watching friends.
-destroying my bedroom. completely.
-getting my makeup done by my friend's roommate. never gone dark before. i looked gooooood, friends.
-being approached by a hobo. with a black eye. who asked to join us in our festivities. um, no.
-getting lost trying to find the warehouse rave.
-oh yeah. rave anyone?
-walking around downtown lost. one man telling me my glittery boobs were "niiiiiiiiice". ew.
-seeing my ochem cutie downtown. whilst lost. freaking out.
-finally locating the rave. a warehouse. crazy. getting in. showing my id. my first event ever requiring an id
-losing our friends within four minutes of entering the building.
-getting my bottom squeezed on infinite number of occasions. seriously.
-taking pictures with random people. many times.
-watching a very, very happy group of friends be very, very happy on the dance floor.
-dancing. like carazzzyyyy for three solid hours.
-watching my roommate be asked to dance. and then dance. so awkwardly. cute.
-a really, really attractive man engaging in a witty banter about the historical accuracy of his Shakespearean costume. i almost thought about saying yes when he wanted to grind.
-being ground on by a very, very happy friend. female.
-screaming every single time a mascot came near me. masked figures are not cool.
-proving you don't have to be on anything or drank anything for people to think you are.
-realizing that real people read my blog. and are finding it every day. and it's like whatevs now.
-proving you don't have to be on anything or drank anything for people to think you are.
-realizing that real people read my blog. and are finding it every day. and it's like whatevs now.
-and lastly, a secret for just us to know.