You pick your outfit out the night before.You make it a bit edgier.
You call your friends who are also going to the event to collaborate on your style.
You model it for your boyfriend and ask him if it's okay.
You note that his first response of "you look great babe!" has now morphed into "OMG, I've told you a thousand times you look great! Stop asking!!"
You shoot him an annoyed look.
The outfit is important.
Then you get there.
And it's the middle of September and it's over 100 degrees.
And everyone is congregated in a tiny space, dancing as much as possible.
Loudly, crazily and without regard to space.
You join in.
You enjoy the amazing beats the DJ is spinning.
You love that you can actually say that sentence above because it sounds so cool and it's actually TRUE.
You start to feel a little sweat on your forehead.
You start to feel sweat on the back of your knees.
You start to feel sweat inbetween your cleavage.
You wonder when in the h*ll you started sweating in those areas.
You start noticing the sweat permeating through your cotton clothes.
You and your girlfriend start asking for hair ties like your plane is going down.
You take turns covering each other as you reapply deodorant.
You note that in pictures now your hair is doing a lovely curl at your neckline reminiscent of your favorite East Coast Uncle who consumes as much Beer as he does Sun.
You begin to no longer care about clothes.
You care about survival.
You want to shave your head to get rid of the d*mn sweat.
You try to wipe off as much makeup as possible.
You think you're dying for a good few minutes.
You and your girlfriend have little interest in looking good.
You and her just want to go.
You try to find your Boyfriend who doesn't care about sweating and everything that comes along with it (smell, look, appeal) and try to get him to leave.
One more song he says.
You and your friend dance, sweatily, disgustingly, moistly... you dance.
Finally after the song, you all depart.
You're dripping with sweat.
You look like a real-life Picasso painting.
You all reflect on the great night.
And YOU Shower immediately when you get home.
What I'm wearing: AMERICAN APPAREL SKIRT | FOREVER 21 LACE BODYSUIT TOP | VENUE