DRUNK BUELLER'S NIGHT OFF or some shit I dunno

So! Due to an exponentially growing laundry pile and a sense of self-esteem that plummets without company, I dressed like Ferris Bueller tonight and went out! Solo! To a "thing" called Lambda Lambda Lambda!

YOU GUYS. THIS FERRIS BUELLER THING IS FOR REAL.

Pegged high-waisted jeans + bomber jacket + 80s hair + sneakers = best night--or bestest night ever?! I am still drunk BUT I can remember the following which I pray to sweet Jebus Christmas I never forget:

1. Finding $50 on the dance floor while krumping to Salt n Pepa
2. Immediately making new friends and buying EEEEVERYONE DRINKS!
3. Ruling the d-floor (RULING IT)
4. Asking two (2) boys if they were straight (yes! on both accounts)
5. Telling one of them that "we should be making out"
6. Making out!!
7. Being asked if I was a lesbian
8. Getting 2 and a half slices of pizza for $7 of not-my-money
9. Did I mention the krumping to Salt n Pepa
10. I didn't smoke!!
11. A bottle fell out of a bin onto my head! I got bottled! By a held-aloft bin! (I didn't bleed, disappointingly.)
12. DID I MENTION I AM DRESSED LIKE FERRIS BUELLER

It is a charmed outfit. I am never getting out of it. So help my drunk ass I am sleeping showering and doing it in this outfit as long as I live because it is LUCKY and I am DRUNK and GOODNIGHT


P.S. Pics to come tomorrow when I can decipher this "bluetooth" thing oh jesus why is it so hard

P.P.S. PLEASE NOTE MY AMAZING SPELLING WHILE DRUNK (I shoulda breathalysed myself at New York Slice just to prove my point. Just take my word for it. My boozy, boozy word.)

ETA: Do you know how difficult it is to take a photo of everything you're wearing with your phone camera? THIS DIFFICULT:

Ahhhhh my fucking elbow what the what