Where I’m at

Tonight will be a much needed night of looking hot and drinking lots. I have a very strong conviction to just get out of my mind. I write to you, reader, in hopes that you will shed your homebody exterior, as I have, and come find me. I’ll be the one in white shoes (what else??), a purple shirt (maybe I’ve planned what I’m wearing, maybe not), and drinking bourbon if you get there early enough. No one needs Kentucky’s finest too late in the evening.

There is a strong possibility that there will be dancing. I hope my two favorites will be there [Allison/Jermaine] to maybe do a 1, 2 step with the boy. I only pray that we are minus a few of the people from last Sunday. It’s so easy to ruin a dance floor. Namely big-white-girl-sweating-through-gray-wife-beater.

Tonight is my second night of fuck-you-drinking. I should have it out of my head and ready for Monday’s experiences after Stir. I hope one person specifically will be there. I need a better look.

Lastly, thank you to Zandra, Tyler, Elise, Brandon, Sarah, Carolyn, those other people I didn’t know, and cherry-vodka/cokes.