PeSuit and Tie

this past week flew by leaving behind incredible memories. i worked for a day, then drove vic² and sib to see kesha live. i was the designated driver, and i could not afford having a nasty hangover for my flight to albany, then another hour drive to boyfriend's cabin in vermont. nevertheless, the remainings dressed to define cunt  - and we glitterized, makeupmaxxed and said, fuck it, when we heard thunder while still at home pregaming. we drove 40 minutes to blossom and got stuck in traffic that estimated our arrival for the venue two hours later. but we agreed, the most kesha thing to do would be to party in the rain on a monday night. it was hot, sticky, humid, sweaty, sleazy. my hair was drenched from dancing, and our throats were sore from screaming. i think we spent more time lingering in the god awful parking than actually listening to kesha. i chose the grey top and mini skirt instead of white top and piano skirt  (per last week's entry) the following morning, sib and i...