I went out one evening to Avalon with some cool acquaintances to take in some enlightened drum n bass. I was wearing my wig, my souvenir v-neck from the Prince concert, and 3 inch heels. We eased onto the dance floor, dancing, having a nice time. When I dance, I tend to travel after a while; I ended up on the other side of the venue. Right in front of some hipster dude wearing the requisite flannel/plaid button-up. He exclaimed. He wrapped his arms around me from behind. He vigorously grabbed and caressed my muffin top. He wouldn’t let go. The more I struggled, the further he buried his face into my fro.
*meaning, intoxicated with mdma/ecstasy, for all of you who are even more of a square than I am