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Picture this:
You're in a fairly large apartment. It's early noon. You answer the door to find a friend of yours has walked all the way from his or her house with a pizza for you and your roommate. Or you've just come home from fourwheeling. Anyway, for the daylight hours, the apartment is fairly still. Three people, at the most, going about their daily routines or having too-loud sex from the other room or watching tv or what have you. At around six, the apartment starts to echo with the sound of knocks on the door. Within an hours, in the apartment with you are anywhere from fifteen to thirty of your close friends, good acquaintences, at least one person you absolutely loathe, and a couple girls that are way too young to be around. To your left, you see a skinny kid in glasses covered in postage stickers and packaging tape. To your right, a small group of people either playing chess, coloring fuzzy posters, or playing poker (or any other mildly entertaining engagement which is made all the more hilarious by the great people actually doing it and the people watching). As well, outside, there are people boxing, playing hackeysack, or just going to the neighboring field and seeing who can toss a traffic cone the farthest. Short-skirted girls are crying to their friends about their own respective drama. You see your best friend stumble out of a car to greet another long lost friend with a "oh my god, hi ch--" followed immediately by a spray of pizza vomit. In the kitchen, there is a long table dividing two clusters of either giddily laughing or avidly focused and determined people playing the sport they were pretty much born to play. Maybe the sport isn't pong, but airhockey, and you're watching as a little girl kicks a bunch of big guys asses at it. A lit stick of incense is shooting through the air from the barrel of an airsoft gun, and shortly thereafter, you hear a loud, girlish, "why you gotta be like that?!" When the night winds down, whether the substances are used up or not, everyone has gone home to do christ knows what (because if this is what happens when everyone's together, imagine what they do when nobody's around) and you retire for the evening with a beer and a loved one. Then, you wake up a week later and do it all over again.
I miss parties, and plan to start having them soon. Until then, I clean my room.
You're in a fairly large apartment. It's early noon. You answer the door to find a friend of yours has walked all the way from his or her house with a pizza for you and your roommate. Or you've just come home from fourwheeling. Anyway, for the daylight hours, the apartment is fairly still. Three people, at the most, going about their daily routines or having too-loud sex from the other room or watching tv or what have you. At around six, the apartment starts to echo with the sound of knocks on the door. Within an hours, in the apartment with you are anywhere from fifteen to thirty of your close friends, good acquaintences, at least one person you absolutely loathe, and a couple girls that are way too young to be around. To your left, you see a skinny kid in glasses covered in postage stickers and packaging tape. To your right, a small group of people either playing chess, coloring fuzzy posters, or playing poker (or any other mildly entertaining engagement which is made all the more hilarious by the great people actually doing it and the people watching). As well, outside, there are people boxing, playing hackeysack, or just going to the neighboring field and seeing who can toss a traffic cone the farthest. Short-skirted girls are crying to their friends about their own respective drama. You see your best friend stumble out of a car to greet another long lost friend with a "oh my god, hi ch--" followed immediately by a spray of pizza vomit. In the kitchen, there is a long table dividing two clusters of either giddily laughing or avidly focused and determined people playing the sport they were pretty much born to play. Maybe the sport isn't pong, but airhockey, and you're watching as a little girl kicks a bunch of big guys asses at it. A lit stick of incense is shooting through the air from the barrel of an airsoft gun, and shortly thereafter, you hear a loud, girlish, "why you gotta be like that?!" When the night winds down, whether the substances are used up or not, everyone has gone home to do christ knows what (because if this is what happens when everyone's together, imagine what they do when nobody's around) and you retire for the evening with a beer and a loved one. Then, you wake up a week later and do it all over again.
I miss parties, and plan to start having them soon. Until then, I clean my room.