I'm going out tomorrow.
The bestie is back in town.
Last time we went out together we spent the night running from bouncers, hiding in what appeared to be a storage room with a random crying stranger who got sick in the mop bucket, crawling into the DJ box to use the microphone to find aforementioned crying stranger, before getting kicked out. The next thing we remember is walking into McDonalds, where all we could order were breakfast McMuffins.
Tomorrow should be eventful.
I plan to look stylish when we make the Six-One News.
Therefore, I need your help.