Let There Be Paint

For the past seven years, during Utah State's Homecoming Week, the school puts on something called the "Paint Dance." While this may sound like some lame exhibit of an up-and-coming modern 'artist,' it's actually exactly what it appears to be: dance + paint. A bunch of rabid college students plunge into a huge plastic tent (as not to get the stuff on the DJ's equipment), grab cupfulls of paint, and chuck it at each other with no mercy. To make it even cooler, they installed a bunch of blacklights to make the paint glow, along with the white shirts that everyone wore.
I didn't get hit too hard. My pants were splashed on the side, but not too bad. My face was pretty covered, and my shirt got most of its battle scars from Austin using it as a handkerchief. Why? Because the guy was COVERED from head to toe in paint. I swear to you, it was in LAYERS. It soaked through his clothes, covered his hair, got in his ears, nose, and he even had a bit hanging out on his contacts at one point (hence the frequent use of a handkerchief, aka me). Under the blacklights, he glowed like a shirtless Swede.
Just how bad was it? If you wanna see, I'll have the pics up on Facebook ASAP. If you don't have Facebook:
-First of all; just get one. Seriously, the whole "I'm not conforming to a social network thing" isn't cool anymore. Even non-conformists are using it, and so that makes you a non-non-conformist. And what happens when you add two negatives? You get a positive... conformist...
-If you still don't wanna, find someone with an account. The pics are worth it, trust me. And who doesn't trust ME?