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Foam Party.
Good Times.
I was actually impressed by the event. I had dreaded what kind of music would meet my ears; I thought there would be lots of hip-hop and other crap. I was pleased that instead there was a non-invasive mix of pop and oldies, the sort of music that everyone can tolerate, and no one loathes.
The place also wasn't terribly crowded. That was excellent. Lots of space to dance and fling foam at your friends.

The men, however, were complete savages. At first the attention was kind of fun. Actually, it was only fun the first time. Every successive time it only felt creepier and creepier. They didn't seem to get that when a girl pushes them away form her and walks away, it means she's not interested.

I don't want to soil this entry by reminiscing on that one flaw. The night was a lot of fun, no matter how you dice it.

When the guys (Adnan, Matt, Sean, and Greg) were walking me home, I had something of a breakdown. That word may be a bit overdramatic - I cry a lot these days. But the sound of my crying disturbed me, the way I was breathing.
I feel guilty about letting that happen in front of everyone. But I also feel relieved, like I let go of a lot of things weighing me down.

Lastly, new Photobucket added.