Fear not, I've taken Brie's camera hostage while mine is being fixed. Now if only I can figure out how to work it. . .
I guess the difference is that we weren't there to be seen, we were there to dance and have a good time. Which we did. By the end of the night, my dress was literally soaking wet, and Brie's hair was sticking to her face with sweat.
And when we stopped dancing and left, we had to catch a cab because we realized that we couldn't even walk anymore our feet hurt so much.
The only thing that could have made the night better would have been Courtney.