Yes, I did the body paint competition last night

I was amazingly not nervous or self-conscious at all last night. I mean, you'd think, just the thought of parading about on stage in my underwear and little else but paint would cause a case of the nerves. Mno. I don't get it. I used to hate being on stage, in front of people, being looked at, let alone having all that done with me barely dressed! When, oh when, did I abandon my self-consciousness to the point of being just a tad bit insane to do this shit stone cold sober? At night. In the winter. Fuck it was cold.

As per Brad's instructions, I got to Scarfies at around 8:30 just like everyone else. He introduced me to this one girl who'd also been in the wet t- contest, not that I remembered her, and she promptly introduced me to her girlfriend. So I hung out with a pair of lesbians, which wasn't bad, except for the moments when they made out and I felt like such a third wheel. Not to mention I was cold, and dancing wasn't making me warm.

( And what happened next? )

Fin.