After Madonna's set was over, the downstairs started to fill up so we retreated further back into the secret office and proceeded to hide out there until the bar cleared out a bit.
Later that night we all went to Misshapes. I didn't even dance. I just hung out in the backroom, got krunked on free vodka (woooo!) and somehow took pictures of a bunch of people wearing the same creepy, ShirleyTemple-esque wig. Here's Josh.
...head to Misshapes, which was also way too loud and crowded. So we went back into the secret room in the back and pretty much found everyone else we know hiding back there too. Somehow a roll of electrical tape ended up becoming the entertainment for the night. Leigh-man Chu.
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