this is what ive decided:

that from now on, my blog will be dedicated to stories since my move to richmond.
im not really sure who reads this, but i hope to interest at least someone in my experiences here.



to start:

tonight was first friday.
its the exciting friday in the month when broad street is devoted to art exhibits and fire-breathing unicylists.
typically, theres a big dance party that hundreds of people go to.
tonight, the DP was on cary street.
which was problem number one seeing as parties on cary usually get broken up.
anyway,
there were about three-hundred people in a THREE bedroom house; which was problem number two.
as the night went on, the music got louder, people get louder, and the balcony on the house slowly gave way.
(it wasnt meant to hold more than 15 people)
the night abruptly ended with two firetrucks, ambulances and VCU police surrounding the mound of people tangled and bleeding under a balcony that had broken off of the house.

people were hurt badly and nearly everyone injured was drunk beyond reason.
people were under the balcony, on the balcony and on the roof.
blood was everywhere, JOOSE was everywhere, and broken 40s were everywhere.
a random can of lime green latex paint flew into the air and onto everyones clothes.
it was an awful way to end a dance party.