Saturday Night's Alright.

First Saturday of a new semester? Everyone knows what that means. Getting gussied up and dancing your booty off at your frat of choice. That is, if you're me or my friends, or any of the other people we saw last night.

As Ray J says, I'm going to keep it "one hun'ed" with you, and tell you that last night was not my favorite night ever. I wasn't feeling the vibe, I was sleepy, I'm feeling a bit of separation anxiety.

But I think my outfit was pretty killer.





H&M tunic. Baker's sequined leggings. Hot Kiss booties.

Sorry for the poor quality of the pictures. I didn't want to take pictures outside in the cold, so inside was the only option, and it's less than beautiful. I think the air guitar/broom shot is golden though, if only for my facial expression. I have no idea what I was going for. I do not looking like I am shredding hard.

I initially had quite the struggle finding a top to pair with the glorious sequined-ness that is these leggings. This top was finally decided on because the separation between the sequins made it not entirely overwhelming. And if the people on the dance floor found me too intimidatingly shiny, I believe that is their own problem.

Another problem with last night, "Body Language" and "3" were not played. I'm always hoping for some Britney goodness and I just like that random Jesse McCartney song, don't judge.

I'm going to go search for my rainy Sunday motivation. Woo lots of reading for Methods!