The crowd was very strange, a lot more square than we are used to - 70% people who always like that kind of thing, 30% people who just like things that are good. The 70% broke down like this:
25% women with dates who looked like they were worried that their men would drink too much that night.
20% women without dates who looked like they were worried they'd never get a man - and they blamed society for that.
25% men with dates who looked like they were worried that their women would get mad at them that night.
20% men without dates who looked like they were worried that they'd die alone.
Of the other 30% it seemed like half of them knew M, one of my Best Friends Forever who I had lost contact with for a while and was happy to run into. In fact, I was so excited to see her, that I wrestled her to the ground and yelled out: *rapes you on the spot*
Which isn't supposed to be said aloud of course. I am such a hopeless dork. We had a good time and food afterwards, so it was "all good."