I Should Really Stop Whipping My Hair

Rave party? 

On a Thursday night?

Yes, please.

Seriously though, it was a super blast.

Despite the awkward feel, and mix of people.

(Don't get me wrong. There was just a slightly off feel to it.)

It was so much fun.

I got to dance away stresses that I haven't been able to shake for quite some time.

I mean, who doesn't love a man creeper staring at you?

Come on kid, next time that happens, 

Just ask me to dance.

I will say yes...

And who does love a surprising success in DJing.

You'd have to be a loony not to appreciate the DJing last night. 

Seriously.

And who doesn't love being the little awkward one?

Who doesn't love getting cheer picked up to change the speed of the laser stars?

Who doesn't love being ditched for three hours, but then attached to for one?

Who doesn't love two wonderful girls who she's going to miss a lot?

Honestly, after everything that happened.

Every smile,

Every laugh,

Every moment I wanted to cry. 

So worth it.

Because when: 

-Stalling happens.

-Staring happens.

-Practicing drunken, slut-holding-drinks dancing happens.

-Liquid dancing happens.

-Chill time happens.

-Old people and feces are the worst things in slow motion.

-Chugging two soda's happens.

-Not having to take medication happens.

-Planning coffee dates happens.

Grief. 

You know it's been such a quality night.

At this point, though, I mostly just want to sleep.

WHOO.

Also :

I am super skilled at Zoo and Roller Coaster Tycoon.

Just sayin'.

Best. Day. Ever.