I had a low-key Vegas Night. I was hot enough to begin with, with my smokin’ outfit and my fever, so I decided to skip out on hot and sweaty Chapin, with beer on the floor and strangers hands in inappropriate places, uninvited. Instead, I got dressed up and visited all my dearest, drunkest friends to take pictures and celebrate MHC’s biggest – and by biggest, I mean only – party night.
Highlights
– it finally stopped raining
– the pouf
– a guy in a vinyl jacket asking me where I was going, and if he could come.
– telling him I was going to bed with a fever and I was probably contagious.
– making it through the whole night without taking off my heels in pain, because my whole night was approximately four hours long.
Thrilled. Love to sequins, love to Vegas, love to MHC.
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