I can’t wait. This sounds like so much fun. A party in a corn field in the middle of the night. I mean, what could be more fun? I’m sure everything will be okay.
What am I wearing? High heels, of course. They’re uncomfortable, and I can’t run in them. I would literally be a sitting duck. But what would I need to run from at 2:00 a.m. in the middle of a corn field next to an old, abandoned farm house on a drunken Saturday night?