Disclaimer: I am aware that I am fat. I am aware that I do not look gyaru in these images. If you feel the need to point these two points out to me, heaven forbid I keep you from indulging your natural urges. However, if you think that in pointing these two things out you would be helping or enlightening me in any way, I hope that I’ve done my best to save you the trouble.
And NOW without further ado:
ROBIN ACTUALLY LEAVES DISNEY WORLD FOR SOMETHING OTHER THAN GROCERIES!
I know, I know. You thought I’d never take photos that didn’t have Goofy or Donald dancing around in the background. These photos aren’t the best quality and I definitely didn’t get a huge amount. However, it’s refreshing to be sitting at my computer doing something I’ve missed dearly: posting party photos!
First, a little Fashion Fever:
08/07/2010
My make-up! I call the style “Lazy Rave” LOL
This photo was snapped by Cast Party Bus’ Kelvin
My outfit! With comfy shoes you can’t see. Boohoo 
Dress: DKNY
Shoes (Not visible): Aerosoles
Necklace: Chanel
Tights: George @ Wal-mart
Earrings: Handmade by
Me!
Paper wristbands Cast Party Bus & Pulse (hahaha)
See, back in Mississippi, I went to mansion parties which are fine displays of everything that is right in Western society. I don’t say that sarcastically. Huge groups of people of every race and social background drinking whatever they want because it’s BYOB? Check. Listening to whatever they want because true democracy is only a slurred suggestion followed by the chants of the majority? Check. All for the great big price of $0.00 because charity is in high supply and the tip jar always fills up by the end of the night? Check.
None of that happens in Orlando. Orlando is tourism. Orlando is “big city.” Orlando is… expensive, exclusive, and arrogant. Very few people that party in Orlando are from Orlando, so everyone decides they can be anything they want to be.
Instead of fulfilling those childhood dreams of, I dunno, being their mommy or an astronaut, you find out anyone under the age of 29 REALLY just wants to be the next cast of Jersey Shore. They bring the drama. They also bring the last vestiges of their paychecks to the bars hoping to impress each other before they have to pretend to change their mind about that last shot of Patron to hide the fact that their card just got declined.
Well, that’s what I thought before I hopped on a bus full of equally broke college students en route to Pulse which is -definitely- on the other side of the tracks (Whether or not it’s the “wrong” side is debatable.)
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This photo was also snapped by Kelvin of Cast Party Bus
So, now that I’ve gotten my little rant out, I must lacquer on some praise.
Pulse, at least on this past Saturday night, has a DJ that doesn’t need shout-outs and bullying. They just seemed to feel the flow of the crowd and adjusted accordingly. I distinctly remember when an unfamiliar tune with a hard to follow beat started to shoo half the crowd to their seats, the DJ valiantly scratched it in half and threw on a 90s crowd-pleaser. People more or less moonwalked back into position and re-commenced booty-shaking.
I don’t know this guy, but wanted his picture because I LOVE his style. Love Rockers!
Des, Myself, Lore, and Ros-A
Ruben & the girls in one of the comfy booths Pulse has near the dancefloor. Great for people-watching & foot-relief
The Juvies showing off their No-Booze marks
Cast Party Bus Wristbands
The status-item for trendy & hip CPers
My amazing crew after an awesome night out!
THANK YOU KELVIN! I’ll be seeing you once a week, from now on!
