February 9
Last night, Shaan and I decided to club hop with our bros Optimus and Elmo. After 3 Red Bull Extremes, I was slumped up against the music booth while DJ Bwomp-Bwomp played a Madonna track. It seemed like the song was going on for hours, being played on repeat over and over and over again. And then I thought I was dancing and I thought Madonna was there. I thought I was dancing with Madonna. And she laughed at my jokes and told me she liked my outfit. Madge and I were friends! Everything was amazing and spectacular, but on the outside I was a drooling mess, unable to move and embarrassing myself. When my friends finally carted me away, I started to shout in as loud of a voice as I could muster “Stop it. I don’t want to leave. I’m dancing with Madonna. Madonna! Madonna!”. While Shaan was screaming “Stop talking to me celery!” Ah – good times, good times. – Kiran