I just got back from my first rave ever. I have never felt more disgusting in my life.
It. Was. So. Freaking. HOT.
I was sweating in places I didn't think could sweat. And I'm pretty sure I lost five pounds in straight water. My roommate said it best: "That wasn't sweating, we were leaking."
It was...fun. I say "...fun" because it wasn't amazing or the best night of my life or anything. We were talking to some people outside, and as soon as we got inside one of the guys (who I hadn't even seen standing with us, to be honest) asked me to dance with him. He was nice. He got me and my friend water. The second time we went out, I thought I was going to have to amputate my legs on the spot. My thighs felt like they were literally on fire, and my shirt was completely drenched as if I had jumped in the pool. And it had only been about five minutes. I took a breather and looked for Zach (the guy I was dancing with. I didn't look that hard because he wasn't all that cute...which is horribly shallow, but whatever, I'm not talking about why I didn't marry him or anything), but it was so packed I couldn't see anyone person. Some really drunk guy came up behind me and asked if I wanted to dance. I was slightly grossed out, but said as politely as I could manage, "No, thanks." "Well you could have said it nicer," he responded, quite bitterly, and left. I looked at my roommate and giggled. Then another guy asked if I wanted to dance, and I did for a minute, but my thighs just couldn't take it any more. I leaned over to Shaniqua and asked if she was ready to go, and thankfully she was.
The rest of my suitemates were heading to the back where there were less people and you could actually feel the blasting AC so we could cool off first. On the way there, I saw a guy we met last night on the way to the fireworks. He had been talking to Hannah, and he didn't recognize me at first. When he did, though, he mentioned that Hannah told him she thought one of her friends might talk to him. I couldn't remember if I had actually told Hannah I thought he was cute (which he totally is), but he seemed interested, so I went with it. I told him I was about to leave, and he said he was sad that I only talked to him now, that I didn't even dance with him first. So, surprising myself with my confidence, I suggested swapping numbers casually and said we could dance next time. I highly doubt there will be a next time I ever do that, but I still got his number. He text me when I got back to my dorm. That's what's up.
So now I'm showered and cleaned (THANK YOU GOD FOR RUNNING WATER). I'm going home tomorrow because there is supposed to be a hurricane coming through here and nothing will be happening so there will be no point in staying. Plus I'm a teensy bit homesick.
To wrap this up, my advice to you is that its okay to let loose and have a little fun. I didn't do anything bad while I was out (partying isn't really my scene), but I still had a nice time. Just make sure you're prepared to accept any consequences. My eight AM class tomorrow is going to be so much fun...
G'night!
