The real party started in the van. Our ride was a sketchy white van with tinted windows and blacklights. Awwwwyeahh.
You know those movies where people dance and everyone knows the moves and dances in partnerships, perfectly in sync? That happens in real life. At least here, it does.
|Super psyched to get our dance on|
In the room just outside the dance floor, there were three tables. One was covered in masks, hats, wigs, and costume jewelry. One was covered in candy, cookies, soda, and pastries. One was covered in various bottles of beer, tequila, and other alcohol. Guess which one we didn't empty? The costume table. Because we arrived in costume.
(Just kidding mom.)
You best believe our stereotypical Mormon selves hit up the refreshment table and emptied it out. I wasn't even hungry, I was just eating because it was free food. My friend Kara even snuck a bunch of candies out in her skirt. Because three square meals each day just isn't cutting it.
Friends, it's official. Purim is where it's at. New favorite holiday, for sure.
|Seriously, best night of my life.|