It was even weirder this time, most likely because Spring Jam was in full swing, which we didn't realize until we got near Dinkytown and realized our mistake.
We went through with it anyway, and instead of a sea of bearded hipsters, there were some scantily clad college girls dancing in front of a horribly hypnotic video loop proclaiming "MENERGY!" with a flashing, spinning picture of a mustachioed 80's dude.
One of these scantily clad girls stood out in her trampiness; we deemed her the "Christina Aguilera Backup Dancer Reject." She was dancing spastically by herself until this dude in an open, Coldplay-esque (Evan said Sgt. Pepper) military jacket, no shirt underneath, wandered over and proceeded to "eat her neck," as Konrad put it. They then proceeded into the photo booth, the curtain of which does not go all the way down to the seat. These two classy people either did not notice or did not care, because Sgt. Pepper made short work of getting his hand up Backup Dancer's short, tutu-like skirt.
AWKWARD.
On our way out, Evan sang an Amanda Palmer song about getting tested for
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