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Heres some crappy photos from my blackberry to illustrate the story below.

they look worse any bigger.

I rolled into the Big Fun/Mad Decent testosterone fueled DJ power struggle at 205 Sunday night, around midnight. There were at least a hundred kids outside and it was maybe 10 degrees out. I tried to tell some girl who seemed to know what was going on that I was on a list. She asked my name, checked the list, and then lied and told me I wasn’t on it. I stood there fake waiting for five minutes, before asking her again. I watched her field other people’s requests to get in by simply fake looking at a clipboard and saying “no.”

I grab her again and asked her if she wants me to get someone to come out and get me. She then seemed to care and asked me my name again, which she promptly found. She let me through. I then encounter a bunch of people collecting money. I asked them if they wanted money and they told me the door was closed. I sort of rolled with it and said since I was already in I would pay, trying to be nice. This confused them. One of them asked me what my name was. I creatively answered, “Sarah Morrison.” One girl nodded and started laughing. I waved and headed in.

Shit was hectic. Like once through the door I couldn’t move. Wes and Blaqstarr were up on stage with a bunch of hoezz dancing around them. Rye Rye and her girls were hanging in the corner.

I was wearing two coats and a hoodie. I was carrying two purses. This was bumming out every person who was pushing me. So I jumped up on stage and began stripping, handing each item to Wes as I removed it. The whole thing was less than hawt, but all my shit got stashed under the DJ booth and I jumped off stage.

The bar was nutz. I got two of whatever was the cheapest at once. Some girl came at me and grabbed my hand. She knew me from something. It was loud and she was drunk. I didn’t really follow the whole thing. I rolled with it as she hugged me. She said something about Lloyd. I followed her down stairs to where Pase and Lloyd were jumping around in their less than stage-ish far left corner. But, downstairs was still pretty crazy. I greeted Lloyd by humping his leg. I slapped Pase on the back to announce my presence.

I headed into a long bathroom line, since I was in the area. I met a girl I sorta knew, another girl who later let me smoke weed with her, and watched some drunk bartender girl who looked like a ugly version of Star smoke a cigarette in the bathroom and bitch about “how hard her job is.”

I headed back upstairs to make sure I didn’t miss Rye Rye. She was just going on. I couldn’t see shit. I sorta tried but couldn’t. I finally decided to stand on a couch sort behind people sitting trying not to piss them off. Rye Rye’s mom was sitting in front of me, which I thought was kewl. I forgot my camera. I tried to take some pictures with my Blackberry, which came out horrible. While attempting this, something hit my legs. It was two drunk people who seriously could have opted to make out anywhere, but chose to sit on my legs and make out. They were sorta groping me in the process. I kept flashing my Blackberry at their head trying to get pictures of this as well. This didn’t bother them. Those also came out really shitty.

Rye Rye was a-fucking-dorable. I love her. She was so good. Her and her girls stayed and danced a bunch. It was dope.

The night came to an end, and the place has cleared out. I am standing by the DJ booth trying to figure out something that won’t sound dumb to say to Rye Rye and her mom before they leave. I just start telling her how much I love her. Wes who was supposed to be putting his shit away starts making fun of me, repeating everything I’m trying to say. Rye Rye and her friends look at him and back at me like I’m nuts. I then tell Rye Rye I want to adopt her. Her and her friends seemed to be into this part.

I put on my hoodies, jackets, and bags ready to go back outside. I go to eat with Lloyd, Pase, Roctakon, and some kid who said he was rich and paid for all our food. I bitched about boys and DJs I don’t like. Roctakon talked about how cool Sidekicks still are and some porno girl who I had met hating on him in the bathroom, that evening. Pase talked about wanting to get married. Lloyd kept talking about wanting to leave.

The French fries were good. 205 was way better than going to Annex, Lloyd. Big Fun.

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