Last night I went to a dance party. It’s been really muggy and hot in Seattle all weekend, and so predictably the venue was a bit swampy.

In walks an adorable raver. She’s wearing a tshirt, skirt, tights (!), fur-topped boots (!!), and a knit hat (!!!). The hat was adorable — it looked like a little panda bear. But seriously: how was this girl not passed out from heat stroke? I mean, cute hat. But it was way, WAY too fucking hot in there to be wearing (let alone dancing in!) a warm hat.

When she danced by me, I leaned over and shouted over the wobbly bass, “Aren’t you so hot in that cute hat?”

She looked at me and smiled.

“Aww, THANK YOU!” she shouted back.