Clanging bottles and cigarette smoke distorts my visions of last night.  It was an epic one, to say the least.  There were great occurences which seem to slip by unnoticed by fellow party-goers, but nothing slithers away from my perception.  Girls, they're mad, insane.  Nothing can be said about the likes of their kind besides their being indefinable.  It was madness.  Tears streamed as two roomates drunkenly vented in the sight of the entire party.  The atmosphere definetely changed after that.  I am a little foggy as to what exactly happened, but from what I can remember I recall it being quite entertaining.  The dancefloor was a battlefield as the counterparts bumped and grinded in competition, pretending not to notice each other and thus prove their superiority.  One was thwarted and one stands victorious.  Every victory comes with a price though, there's no doubt the treatment needed for the sores she will have on her lips for the next couple of weeks is not cheap.