Memoirs of a Rabbit

I will now attempt to transfer my memory of last night onto a computer screen using just my hands.

I decided to free myself of all "Taylor inhibitions" and make the journey to The White Rabbit with Jannnanaaaugh, whom I love. My pre-conceived notion was that I would be seeing a genre of music whom normally, I do NOT love. Having not taken JJ's advice to wear "jeans and a t-shirt," I set myself up for the worst, and expected the best.

WORSTS:

1) Got asked by the doorman if we were "over 21 or under 21." This would distinguish the color wristband we would be sporting for the night. You allow 18 year olds to roam your establishment? Oh God.

2) Where the F is the real alcohol?? Bar? Check. Beer? Check. Vodka? Negative. I sent a text along the lines of, "I'm not drunk enough for this."

3) Turns out my friend Janna is a pretty smart girl. She warned me not to wear heels. I then informed her that heels are a staple in all successful outfits. She told me I was stupid. After about an hour into the night, I told her she gave good advice.

4) People smelled.

5) Panties were thrown. Unsanitary.


BESTS:

1) The music as it turns out, was phenomenal. Where have I been this whole time? Oh yes, that's right...with John Mayer.

2) Sweaty purple shirt eye candy. Enough said.

3) I have two new names to follow on Twitter.

4) The night ended with a quesadilla and BJak. Holler.