Lessons learned from the Mausoleum Party
At what should have been the hottest Halloween shindig of the year, Stanford screwed up. 
It was total mayhem trying to get on a charter bus to get to Leland Stanford Junior's Mausoleum---the site of the party, the generator died and for a half hour people were restless standing around waiting to dance, folks got unruly, and there were too many damn people in the crowd.
Bad things that happened:
1) I got elbowed in the side/face/gut/everywhere.
2) People kept stepping on my tiny geisha feet.
3) I put up with it for a while before I reached my breaking point...
4)...at which I began shouting obscenities to anyone who shoved me the wrong way---
5) Such as: "FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!" "Get the FUCK out of my way!" "Bitch, MOVE!"
6) In an attempt to escape the black crowd-hole, I got lost because they suddenly turned on the fog machine.
7) Fog machines completely disorient me, so I turned around in circles, not realizing I was making myself even more dizzy by doing so.
8) Luckily I had a friend (Thank you Nghi) who grabbed my arm and led me away from the fog.
9) Then some bitch from behind me pushed her back onto my skull.
10) So I shoved back
11) And decided to get the fuck out of there before I hurt people.
12) [Sidenote: Can you get kicked out of Stanford for bitchslapping/face-punching?]
13) I stood away from the crowd before Erik found me, and we left.
I turn into a different person once people start physically getting in my way. I don't consider myself an angry person, unless shit like this goes down. This I learned from Mausoleum night. I love me some dancing--this is TRUTH. However, I hate me some fucked up angry crowd shoving. I Must keep my anger in check.
Luckily it takes a lot more than that to stop me from having fun. Later that night I had a mad rockin time with my friends. Sleepovers are my favorite. And so are costumes!! We looked hotttt..
It was total mayhem trying to get on a charter bus to get to Leland Stanford Junior's Mausoleum---the site of the party, the generator died and for a half hour people were restless standing around waiting to dance, folks got unruly, and there were too many damn people in the crowd.
Bad things that happened:
1) I got elbowed in the side/face/gut/everywhere.
2) People kept stepping on my tiny geisha feet.
3) I put up with it for a while before I reached my breaking point...
4)...at which I began shouting obscenities to anyone who shoved me the wrong way---
5) Such as: "FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!" "Get the FUCK out of my way!" "Bitch, MOVE!"
6) In an attempt to escape the black crowd-hole, I got lost because they suddenly turned on the fog machine.
7) Fog machines completely disorient me, so I turned around in circles, not realizing I was making myself even more dizzy by doing so.
8) Luckily I had a friend (Thank you Nghi) who grabbed my arm and led me away from the fog.
9) Then some bitch from behind me pushed her back onto my skull.
10) So I shoved back
11) And decided to get the fuck out of there before I hurt people.
12) [Sidenote: Can you get kicked out of Stanford for bitchslapping/face-punching?]
13) I stood away from the crowd before Erik found me, and we left.
I turn into a different person once people start physically getting in my way. I don't consider myself an angry person, unless shit like this goes down. This I learned from Mausoleum night. I love me some dancing--this is TRUTH. However, I hate me some fucked up angry crowd shoving. I Must keep my anger in check.
Luckily it takes a lot more than that to stop me from having fun. Later that night I had a mad rockin time with my friends. Sleepovers are my favorite. And so are costumes!! We looked hotttt..