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This weekend was a bunch of fun. Went over to Kris's house where we girled it up for a few hours before leaving for Tiesto. Thankfully she only lived like 10 minutes from the venue, so that was nice. I wore Kris's silver combat style knee high boots. A strapless black top with mirror-like circles on it, but I wore it as a skirt instead of a top. And a black t-shirt of mine with a wide silver belt just under my boobs because I look ridiculous if I wear a belt around my waist. I looked pretty good. High ponytail. Lilacish purple glitter on my eyes. I'm excited to get the pictures from Kris. At some point haha.
We danced. A lot. And drank $4 bottles of water, those bastards. I was expecting $3, silly me. Though they lost money on me. I would have bought one more bottle of water if they were $3. But I refused to spend $12 on water, so I kept it at two bottles.
Some dude pressed his crotch into my my ass, while trying to "dance" with me. I pushed him off of me, then Kris got all momma bear and told him to get the fuck off her girlfriend. I love using that line. No straight guy ever questions it. But seriously, just because I'm in a skirt (Which wasn't even all that short because it was a shirt) and in the same venue as you does not give you permission to shove your pelvis at me. Fuck you. I wanted to murder anyone who even brushed by me because it was so ungodly hot. So I was exponentially less pleased that someone was actively trying to touch me.
But it was still fun. I have a couple pictures to show the amount of people and some video. But either my hands were covering the speaker or my phone sucks at capturing music. Which would be a bummer because my last phone took excellent audio.
I was going to talk about more stuff but I lost interest. Maybe later.
We danced. A lot. And drank $4 bottles of water, those bastards. I was expecting $3, silly me. Though they lost money on me. I would have bought one more bottle of water if they were $3. But I refused to spend $12 on water, so I kept it at two bottles.
Some dude pressed his crotch into my my ass, while trying to "dance" with me. I pushed him off of me, then Kris got all momma bear and told him to get the fuck off her girlfriend. I love using that line. No straight guy ever questions it. But seriously, just because I'm in a skirt (Which wasn't even all that short because it was a shirt) and in the same venue as you does not give you permission to shove your pelvis at me. Fuck you. I wanted to murder anyone who even brushed by me because it was so ungodly hot. So I was exponentially less pleased that someone was actively trying to touch me.
But it was still fun. I have a couple pictures to show the amount of people and some video. But either my hands were covering the speaker or my phone sucks at capturing music. Which would be a bummer because my last phone took excellent audio.
I was going to talk about more stuff but I lost interest. Maybe later.