Late Night at the Moulin Rouge
And I mean late, the thing didn't start until it was my bedtime, but I'm glad I chugged that Red Bull and sprinted out the door, it was totally worth it.
It was like, everyone kept calling it a grown up prom.
Hey it was the most incredible Fake-Believe prom ever as far as I'm concerned.
The last one I went to was Wizard of Oz inspired and the girl I went with danced with one of my buddies all night.
but I digress.
This one was Wizard off the charts OZ. Kind of like a coke-fueled 70’s rock concert. With out the , you know, shattered eardrums and hair band.
And that was before the high wire acts started, our own private Cirque
The girls, as lovely as ever.
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