Halloweenie

I've heard it said that, "Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it." (Mean Girls quote, in case you live on another planet and didn't pick up on that already.)  You'd think that attending an LDS school would limit the slutiness around Halloween, but noooo, no no no, certainly not.  This is the time of year that it's okay to dress like a common whore and get away with it.  


I went to a ward Halloween party where our bishop was hosting it and girls came in wearing tights with underwear over them, a corset, and a cape to pass off as "slutty superman" or something like that.  It was utterly appalling. Or maybe I'm just the girl who lacks the balls to wear such a thing to a ward function....haha, yeah right.  Totes inapro-pro (Thank you to my younger brother for sharing that phrase with me.  I love it and hate it.  Totes)

I realize that most of you come onto the blog just to read and lurk, but I'm really curious.  What was the most awful costume you saw last night, whether it be immodest, weird, poorly done, or scary?  
I stopped by the party on campus at the Hart because there was NOTHING else going on in town.  Seriously, Rexburg, what gives?  I know there was a boatload of dance parties last weekend, but what about Halloween night?  Last year it was on a school night as well, yet the town was hoppin!  What's the deal? Anyway, back to the Hart.  It was alright.  We had fun dancing up on each other, freaking out the Molly Mormon girls dancing near us.  If we aren't going to dress like sluts, we're at least going to dance like them.  

The night wasn't a total waste.  My roommates and I flirted with some random dudes who invited us into their apartment.  We watched a scary movie with some other guys.  It was fun!  I love Halloween.
But now that it's November...is it too early to hang mistletoe?

p.s. Does anyone know how to fix the text on this post?  Sometimes My posts randomly get highlighted in white and I don't know how to undo it.

Move your body like a cyclone

The Vivint (formerly APX) dance party.  The place where BYU-Idaho students go to get their freak on.  This semester kick off party used to take place at Beaver Dick, but it has since moved to a couple different locations throughout the semesters, landing it this semester at the Vivint building right on Main street in Rexburg.

I showed up about an hour into the shindig and it was already pretty warm in there.  I stepped outside about an hour later and when I walked back inside, I was hit by a wall of heat and perspiration.  There wasn't a single person in that whole room who wasn't dripping with sweat.  It's that kind of low light, super hot environment that encourages us BYUI kids to get down and dirty, touching everyone in the way.

I like dancing.  I like dancing around in a circle like we did when we were younger at stake dances, I like dancing up on my girlfriends.  I even like the occasional grind up on some dude.  It's fun, it's pretty harmless, it's just a way to groove with the music and -literally- let some steam off.  That being said, HOLY COW.  There were some people having full on dry sex at the vivint party.  No shame, no trying to hide it, getting all up and nasty on each other right there in front of everyone.  Don't you think that's a little much?

I was with a couple girlfriends dancing around the floor, weaving our way into the center and then out.  At one point this guy comes up behind me and starts dancing.  No biggie, it was kinda fun even if he didn't have an ounce of rhythm in his body.  He grabbed my hands and was trying to lead me around, in his non-rhythmic way, and it started getting less fun.  Then he licked my neck.  My sweaty, gross neck.  I had hardly seen the guys face (it was pretty dark in there) and he was trying to tongue my neck.  With some expert maneuvering,  me and the ladies got out of the middle and lurked towards the back avoiding the neck-licker.

I suppose it's my fault for being willing to get down and dance with practically any guy who wanted to, but I have a little pride and I definitely have some limits.  Neck-licker crossed them.  I'll probably brave another dance party or two, but I'll be more choosy about who I dance with.

Also, would it be too much to ask for an outside dance party?   Despite being forever far away, at least Beaver Dick didn't leave everyone with stagnant sweat air for everyone to breathe in.