Diana had lost her shoe. She couldn't remember how and she couldn't remember where, but it wasn't bothering her all that much. After a night out with Jack, she was lucky she could even remember her own name. It was amazing how quickly the fun could escalate and she was about five joints and more than a few hits of alcohol-laiden blood over her limit.

But she was happy. And when Jack decided to exit stage left with a super cute boy with full lips and beautiful eyes, Diana decided that she would continue to look for fun.

A carnival was a good start.

She was practically dancing in and out between the tents, her willowy body silhouetted against the moonlight. Her arms curled and wove between one another. And she let loose with Bon Jovi, singing at the top of her extremely powerful lungs as she moved from one sight to the next.

"Liiiiiiiving on a praaaaaaaayer! Take my haaaaaand, we'll make it I sweaaaaar!