yes. musical chairs. played by the five or six most hardcore guys at the show, and me, 125 pounds of peroxide blonde, no makeup, fluffy miniskirt, pointy flats, flagrant disregard of social expectations, and wicked musical chair skills, who isnt afraid to not only be the only girl in any given situation, but to kick the asses of guys not only larger, but with more street cred, than me.
in the end, i got second place, losing to the guy that guy that i hate because he almost breaks my foot or some other body part at every show i go to.
maybe, if i knew my place, i wouldnt be so lonely. but i definitely wouldnt have nearly as much fun.