The FBK House was kinda crazy (they have a sign asking people shooting up in the bathroom to use the provided sharps container) but fun, and the bands were rocking. At least that's what I remember, I got pretty twisted that night and moshed pretty hardcore. There was also some cuteness between Amanda and Harley and some ridiculousness on my part.
Unfortunately I didn't take many pictures as I was drinking to0 much, but here's one of me and J where you can't see my outfit, like, at all.
And since I fell asleep in my clothes, here's a shot from the next morning where you can see what I'm wearing. I love this shirt and always get comments on it when I wear it. There's way more Depeche Mode fans out there than I would think. Oh, I didn't actually wear my glasses to the party, and my hair started out a lot nicer looking. It was completely pulled up in a neat ponytail, without all those bits hanging in my face.
sweater - thrifted, band shirt - vintage depeche mode, jeans - express, shoes - converse.
And this is what I woke up to that morning. I apparently knocked over my mirror trying to get to bed when I got home, and my clothes were already all strewn about from looking for my sweater the night before and I don't know what else, but my room looked like a tornado had gone through it.
I also woke up with an unexplained swollen lip and a stiff and bruised back. I'm guessing it was from all the moshing; I think I may have fallen down at least once, and I probably bit my lip too.
We also apparently got yelled at by some crazy old lady after she hit a parked car across the street somewhere in between Dick's and Michael's new apartment. I remember this not a bit.