shake what your momma gave you

crimson night. 

easily the funnest night of my college career thus far. 

a bajillion people on a dance floor, music blaring, and lights in your face. 

can it get any better? 

well sure. but we're in college and we don't care. 

i was finally able to go to my very first crimson night. the first time i was invited, i had to take the ACT the next morning..then i had something else and i almost had to work this one. buuut thank the lord someone covered my shift literally two hours before i had to go in. 

so it was off to frontrunner to journey up to salt lake. lemme tell you, the elderly are hopeless. there was an old woman in front of me getting her and her grandson's ticket and it took years. i had to buy mine and run to catch this train. with my whole life in tow. my bag, my back pack full of clothes, my blanket and pillow. 

40 minutes of the polar express later, i was in the city. the grey hound station is right next to the frontrunner stop and there was just something sort of thrilling about being able to jump on a bus and end up in portland or seattle without anyone stopping me. 

one trip to the mall later and we were in the hobbit house getting ready for the night. when in doubt, wear leggings. that's my new rule. unless it's summer. then you wear shorts. no matter what. finally when all the girls were there, the drinks were broken out. including the juice for the DD:) 

holla at yo gurl. we quickly established rules for our "responsibilibuddies"

a responsibilibuddy is someone who 

a. won't let you hook up with anyone less than a 6. 

except if it's britt and a black man because we all don't like black men so we're assuming they're all fair game

b. will hold your hair when you're throwing up

c. won't let you get lost in the crowd 

d. if any article of clothing is coming off, assist.
clothes stay on no matter what. 

e. assist. assist. ASSIST. 

then we also made 4 more rules. 

1. no leaving early alone

2. no crying

3. no throwing up 

4. no secret shots 

a little while later we were ready to party it up. 

we show up and it's the most packed thing i've ever seen. me and crystal have to go in a separate line because we don't have u-cards, so we did that then finally we got in. off to the dance floor we went. 

bodies. sweaty. drunk. bodies. all over. we worked our way to the middle of the crowd and danced the entire night away. usually guys just come up and grab you and you're sorta stuck until a responsibilibuddy gets you away. thank god for britt. every single time some random came up behind me, it'd take about 2 seconds before britt pulled me away. but there was this nice guy who ASKED me to dance. but then i smiled and danced away.. sorry nice guy... had i not had a boyfriend then sure. buuuuut i really like mine way too much. we danced from like 11:30 to 2 am. 

i've come to the conclusion that crimson night does many things. 

it builds confidence for all the guys who get to say they grinded with 379 girls, makes girls feel so pretty. boys all over you the entire time. but then sorta makes you feel weird when girls keep running away from you.. i ran like all night. all in all, so. much. fun.