But the music continued to play to keep the crowd engaged with the evening. We were all high and I didn't even know where my jacket and heels were. I was walking all around with my bare feet, shorts, crop top and straw hat. I quite entertained the crowd with my sloshed out moods I guess. And some of my pals captured those moments and all I could do was flushed out into my belly the next day when I saw them. Out of all these stupid things I did, I could still recall one moment when I cosily laid on the sand and counted the stars in the dark sky. The cold breeze, the warm sand, the sound of waves, the nattering of people walking by, and everything went blurred while I was looking at the sky. I was tripping over with my alcohol content but it was damn good.