As for Dayn, he knew someone else there and just felt like it was a double-fisting kind of night, so he came out to play.
I was provided a running commentary on the scenes as they unfolded. "You know, you're kind of a bitch?" Dayn told me. For a second, I was worried, until he finished his thought. "It's pretty hilarious."
I love Court.
Our love is actually getting a little bit out of control. By the end of the night, we were dancing in front of the stage in front of the dance floor area, where we had room to actually move around. I don't think either of us really realized until last night that we actually have established dance routines. We're awesome like that. We also blantantly laughed in the faces of the eight jabillion 18-year-old first years with fake IDs who were trying to pick us up.
Boys, what's with the pick-up from behind? Seriously, now! Here's a little lecture, y'all. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT attempt to pick up a girl from behind. This includes hanging around behind her back for 10 minutes in a hope that she might turn around. This includes tapping her on the shoulder from behind. And this, by all means, includes what I like to refer to as the "ass rape dance," which is the classic move whereas a random guy, usually wearing too much cologne and quite possibly sunglasses or some other gaudy and inappropriate accessory, comes up behind a girl and starts grinding into her ass in the hopes that this will light her amorous fires.
Boys! Please stop this! In what other social situation would you approach someone by rubbing yourself against their ass without so much as saying hello? Seriously, now! Inappropriate! (Recommended reading: The Game by Neil Strauss.)