The Weekend.
Friday
- My roommates and I threw our first banger on Friday and it was a success. Party of the semester? Probably.
- Someone’s red pants left marks on our white walls.
- I kept asking people if they were having fun, and was asked to stop.
- Everyone was surprised by the number of straight boys that attended.
- No really, where did the straight boys come from?
- Apparently I can drop it low.
- People cried. Happy tears! …for the most part.
- A girl accidentally tore down the curtain in my bathroom while checking for rapists before she peed.
- I wasn’t the only Latino at the party.
- “It’s a good party because there aren’t any rapists.”
- Countdown was the most played song of the night, at one point it played twice in a span of 20 minutes.
- The children that live in the house behind us watched the party from their window. I didn’t go outside and don’t know what they saw, so I hope they’re not scarred for life.
- There was a bag of Franzia being passed around at one point and I “took a hit.”
- No one hijacked our music and played shitty dubstep!
- I’m not good at boys.
Saturday
- Party hopped between a theater party and a hipster party.
- My coworkers at the hipster party saw me dancing. I don’t know if that’s a bad thing.
- The hipster party was too much of a sausage fest to be a successful dance party. ;_;
- Hipsters are actually pretty good dancers.
- White people love Hey Ya.
- I think I helped two of my girl franzzz get some. I hope…
- Theater party was full of people making choices.
- I made no life choices.
- Went to a third random party
- Straight boys grinded on me and I’ve never felt more uncomfortable.
- My iPhone played DJ for every party I went to… O_O
Sunday
- EVERYTHING HURTS.
- LOL FINALS.
