Grindfest 2011

Ahh homecoming, the joys of dancing, dressing up, and catty drama all rolled into one night.
Actually, it was more of a full day and then full night ordeal. Here's how the shit went down:

At around noonish, my darling Lionboy (the quintessential gay best friend) picked me up and we took our buddy dress shopping. Upon failure to find a dress for her, I took her back to my house and dyed her hair in order to lift her spirits. After an hour with me, the tips of her hair were fiery apple red. Spirits: lifted.

Then we all went to meet up with the rest of the group at the little community theater where they all do shows (I don't, though, awkward) and we got all primped and prettied up in the dressing rooms there while a few of the people in the group did pre-show. Once everyone was all glammed up and looking fabulous, we caravaned to dinner.

On our way out, one of the actors at the theater jokingly commented that I looked like a grade-A hooker, which prompted the taking of this photo:


And many, many jokes throughout dinner relating to my [questionable, though wholly made up] occupation. Honestly, I could have looked sluttier; but the combination of the short dress AND the platform wedges AND the platinum hair created a rather trashy facade.

Don't give two shits, I was still the hottest one in our group.

Anyway! After dinner plus a few hits from Lionboy's pipe, we were ready to go into the dance.
The music was great, but there wasn't much actual dancing going on inside. You see, grinding is not dancing, grinding is merely a carnal expression of untamed sexuality. It's dry humping to the beat. Still fun though :)

One of my good friends won homecoming king, and we proceeded to shake our asses in victory all night long. Oh, did I mention, my dear buddy was the first gay homecoming king my school has ever seen? Boy can shake it like no straight man ever could.

Two hours and many grind-lines later, the dance ended, and we all piled back into the cars and went to this kid Alex's house.
Upon arrival, we changed and went into his TV room, where on the coffee table was more alcohol than I have ever seen in my life.

And that's where things begin to blur. I remember drinking a lot of Malibu mixed with orange juice and mango tea, then proving my manliness by shooting whiskey (I was the only chick in the joint who could take shots without chaser), kissing Emily while flipping her boyfriend the bird, and falling asleep around 6 in the morning.

Yep. I'd say I had a fairly successful Saturday night.
Next weekend, Skylab.
So pumped.

Julia