1. Parties thrown by mustached men in tiny, baby blue shorts exist.
2. No one judges you for your “morning after” look, which, for me currently, is last night’s makeup, teased hair, and a combination of sequins and feathers stuck to various parts of my body.
3. King cake for breakfast, king cake for lunch, king cake for dinner.
As a token of my love for you and for last night’s festivities, I’ll leave you with an image that will forever be engrained in my mind for all the best reasons.
Thinking of doing a full recap for your reading pleasure, partly because it was one of the greatest nights I’ve had in awhile and partly because it’ll help me remember what exactly happened last night.
But, as they say…
What happens at the Superball stays at the Superball.
Talk to y’all soon,
Kaitlyn The Hottest of Messes.