I'm a Belieber

Are you a Belieber? Cause we are!

Tonight Mallory and I went to an all Bieber party. To get in free we had to dress in something "Justin Bieber", so we wore skinny pants, v-necks, and hoodies. Oh yeah, and we swooshed our bangs. We were totally JB.

We got to the party, and it was insanity. There were so many people! So we pushed our way through so that we could truly experience the dance. We tried to dance, but there really wasn't any room, so we just kind of swayed and fist pumped. The longer we were there, the more people became out of control. Boys started pushing which pushed the whole crowd because of how many people there were. Mallory and I, being only 5'2" in stature and not very heavy, were suddenly not in control of our own destiny. We didn't have to dance anymore, we just let the crowd move us. I started laughing uncontrollably because there was nothing I could do, and Mallory couldn't do anything, and her face was continuous shock at every push.

One memorable man was "Purple shirt". He was there with his girlfriend, and pretty much by us the whole time. Poor guy was a sweat machine, and we were unfortunate enough to be pushed up against his back pretty much the whole time. He also had no consideration or thought of how little space there actually was to dance. He was bumpin' his booty all over the place, and every bump resulted in Mallory or I moving elsewhere on the dance floor. Our sleeves were covered in his sweat. I felt violated. And his poor girlfriend kept trying to keep us together despite her boyfriend's efforts to tear us apart.

All in all, it was worth the experience. I will never forget it. Definitely one of the funniest nights of my whole life.

The aftermath:

(notice the shock and confusion of what has happened to us on our faces)