"I was dancing, and laughing at death."
I put my public relations textbook down tonight to link arms with Branka (my usual partner-in-crime) and went to town: rave-hopped from Athens established Dave Rave's 1 year anniversary to some basement where techno and dubstep were in heavy rotation. Don't let our black and band shirts-ladened wardrobe fool you, we love that dance music.
I never go out when I'm back in school, according to the 15+ friends who relentlessly reminded me of that. (It's true.) To shun the "pics or it didn't happen" argument, here's the aftermath... though I guess it would have been more convincing within a more livelier setting.
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