That title just about sums up my Saturday night. I had forgotten how much more I enjoy dancing and really, really loud bands when I'm a bit tipsy. Weddings also more fun when you have a date (B abandoned me for a wedding of his own). And when your friends let you stay in the world's most ghetto fabulous hotel (despite an apparent stabbing/shotting/molestation risk), and don't make you sleep on the awful fold out chair in someone's room. Although, the fold out chair did come with a guarantee of 80% less stabbing than Ghetto Fab Inn (and it managed to hold up its end of the bargain - I didn't get stabbed once last night!).
Despite all the bumps in the road yesterday, it was good to spend an evening with my friends from law school, and the wedding was beautiful. Luckily, I'll no longer be harboring Lump by the time the next wedding rolls around, so I'll be able to have a drink or two (if I can keep my eyes open long enough to make it to the reception).