Friday, August 23, 2013

And Baby, We'll Rule

But every song's like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom.
Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room.
We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams.
But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your time piece,
Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash.
We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair.

And we'll never be royals.
It don't run in our blood, that kind of luxe just ain't for us.
We crave a different kind of buzz.
Let me be your ruler,
you can call me Queen Bee,
and baby, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule.
Let me live that fantasy.

-Royals, Lorde

Missing my college friends today.  This song seemed like we were: on top of the world no matter what was going on, having fun no matter what the surroundings.  We didn't need anything fancy, just our friends.

Whether it was making weird, Spiderman-like poses

Acting out famous SNL skits 

 Stumbling on photos a few days later that you forgot were taken

Making fraternity-themed gingerbread houses

Trying to start a dance party

Actually being part of a dance party

Really getting into a dance party

Inventing a dance move at the dance party

Or watching a friend have a dance party on your bed

while doing this...

we were, in general, just really awesome and never had a care in the world.

(photos by s.harris, a.baker, n.williams, fellow dancers, e.gerhardt, and b.hall)

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