Off the bat I didnt see anything around the sink or mirror worth mentioning... just random "blah LOVES blah FOREVER!! 2008!" SO I headed for the first stall.
No graffiti, just a floater someone never bothered to flush. Which by the way, is just RUDE.
The next stall was occupied
by someone getting their fix of the booger sugar. I know this because I heard it loud and clear. One more stall was left I opened the door and looked around. There was one little piece... and boy was it PROFOUND...
" I pooped in here <3"
only to be followed by....
"PooPy!"
Wow... REALLY MASQUERADE? THIS IS ALL YOU GOT? Fuck man, I thought I'd have an arsenal of photos to post for months after this stop. NOPE. AND ALSO BEFORE I FORGET TO MENTION... The occupant eventually came out of the stall and it was a MAN! Now that's class.
Fed up with everything I decided to take a trip up to Heaven, which is the top floor of the venue. Heaven is where all the big shows are, so I was hoping to find something better up there. I pushed my way thru the Cobra Starship crowd fighting off parents and sweaty tweens. When I reached the little girl's room there was a army of girls at the mirror fixing their makeup and arguing over boys. There was graffiti everywhere but it was crap. There's no point in taking pictures of "KATIE's A SLUT" or "GYM CLASS HEROS RULE" so i spared you the adolescent bullshit.
"Thanks Masquerade... for nothing"
And to all you show going girls... why dont you start writing about shit that matters? or at least something KIND OF FUNNY?
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