CL: Hi. You had your boob hanging out of your dress (Minneapolis, parking garage)
…another girl decides to join the party. And by join the party, she begins sprinting at you (in heels) and yelling “Amber you bitch” and then she begins to smack you repeatedly. At this point, I realized two things; 1) your name was Amber and 2) this was going to make for a great story the next day.
nice find, mike