Fun in Hoboken. [who you callin a ho?]
Yesterday afternoon Eva, Abdulla and Amy picked me up in what probably seemed like the middle of no where [Grocery store parking lot] off of 95. We got to Hoboken sometime around 6:45ish to Shady Kyle's. [note:not boyfriend Kyle, but Kyle from studio]
Kyle's apartment was cool, despite the fact that his living room had no windows. We all immediately dove into pizza and beer, everyone talking about what they have been up to the past two and a half years since graduation. Marc showed up [as it was, this whole shinndig was for him] and Mikey came out of hiding with a backpack and a vaccuum.
Soon a beer pong table magically appeared in the 'kitchen', and I was somehow put onto a team with a guy whose name I don't remember, but he only referred to me as 'The Tab Girl', so I'm guessing he didn't know mine either.
Little fuzzy as to what happened after beer pong. Mikey went to 'nap' [i.e. pass out till morning], Eva and I discovered the roof hatch, more strangers came bearing beer, and lots of drunken photos taken. I think I played more beer pong, Shady Aziz showed up with a unfamiliar posse. One girl from the group, I swear every time I looked at her she had less clothing on. One guy with a Jersey wound up being a dirty Jers [note:see last roof top adventure below].
Around 3am a few of us get the bright idea to wander the streets. We left Abdulla standing outside of a Dominos, begging for food. Suddenly he comes out of no where, dancing and bearing two boxes of pizza. We dove on it like a bunch of wild animals. I gave some away to some random guy passing us on the street, who thought it was poisoned until we convinced him that we were all just too full of pizza to eat the rest. I had the bright idea of putting pizza on cars, which Aziz carried out. One car had a ticket on it; I felt bad and thought they'd be sad about the ticket, but be happy to find a slice of pizza on their windshield. [note: pizza was cold, not gooey.] Aziz put the pizza right next to the ticket, under the windshield wiper. Some how this became my fault although I did not throw pizza onto a single car.
More drinking, more jam sessions, more people slowly disappearing into the black beer coma abyss.
Off I went, up to the roof, where dirty Jers attacks me coming up the ladder, telling me I should sleep at his place. Giving him a few verbal stabs, I then went off to my boys.
At some point [4 am] I made it back down into the living room, only for the boys on the roof to get yelled at for wrestling. I found someone else's sleeping bag, and joined the 14 other people sleeping throughout the apartment. The boys came off the roof, started drinking Bailey's and tried to drink tequilla also, but most likely couldn't get to the tequilla bottle cause their feet were stuck to the floor from all the beer spillage.
Finally the guys settled down, Abdulla asking everyone questions, telling people he hated apricots, and saying loudly to Marc that everyone trying to sleep probably thought he was an asshole.
Word has it, Mikey slept in the bathroom for a while after everyone went to sleep, the tub o' lard cat tried to eat twisty ties as we slept, and I woke up at one point and realized how amazing it was that no one fell from the roof ladder.
Morning brought nasty smells, sticky floors, an underager spewing in the bathroom, and a bagel breakfast. We found Aziz chillin with his bomb-like briefcase outside on the street all homelessmanlike. We also find out that the ticket on the car was in fact a menu for a pizza place. So fitting to be next to a slice of pizza - on a windshield.
Miles later... I'm home and glad to hell I went.
Kyle's apartment was cool, despite the fact that his living room had no windows. We all immediately dove into pizza and beer, everyone talking about what they have been up to the past two and a half years since graduation. Marc showed up [as it was, this whole shinndig was for him] and Mikey came out of hiding with a backpack and a vaccuum.
Soon a beer pong table magically appeared in the 'kitchen', and I was somehow put onto a team with a guy whose name I don't remember, but he only referred to me as 'The Tab Girl', so I'm guessing he didn't know mine either.
Little fuzzy as to what happened after beer pong. Mikey went to 'nap' [i.e. pass out till morning], Eva and I discovered the roof hatch, more strangers came bearing beer, and lots of drunken photos taken. I think I played more beer pong, Shady Aziz showed up with a unfamiliar posse. One girl from the group, I swear every time I looked at her she had less clothing on. One guy with a Jersey wound up being a dirty Jers [note:see last roof top adventure below].
Around 3am a few of us get the bright idea to wander the streets. We left Abdulla standing outside of a Dominos, begging for food. Suddenly he comes out of no where, dancing and bearing two boxes of pizza. We dove on it like a bunch of wild animals. I gave some away to some random guy passing us on the street, who thought it was poisoned until we convinced him that we were all just too full of pizza to eat the rest. I had the bright idea of putting pizza on cars, which Aziz carried out. One car had a ticket on it; I felt bad and thought they'd be sad about the ticket, but be happy to find a slice of pizza on their windshield. [note: pizza was cold, not gooey.] Aziz put the pizza right next to the ticket, under the windshield wiper. Some how this became my fault although I did not throw pizza onto a single car.
More drinking, more jam sessions, more people slowly disappearing into the black beer coma abyss.
Off I went, up to the roof, where dirty Jers attacks me coming up the ladder, telling me I should sleep at his place. Giving him a few verbal stabs, I then went off to my boys.
At some point [4 am] I made it back down into the living room, only for the boys on the roof to get yelled at for wrestling. I found someone else's sleeping bag, and joined the 14 other people sleeping throughout the apartment. The boys came off the roof, started drinking Bailey's and tried to drink tequilla also, but most likely couldn't get to the tequilla bottle cause their feet were stuck to the floor from all the beer spillage.
Finally the guys settled down, Abdulla asking everyone questions, telling people he hated apricots, and saying loudly to Marc that everyone trying to sleep probably thought he was an asshole.
Word has it, Mikey slept in the bathroom for a while after everyone went to sleep, the tub o' lard cat tried to eat twisty ties as we slept, and I woke up at one point and realized how amazing it was that no one fell from the roof ladder.
Morning brought nasty smells, sticky floors, an underager spewing in the bathroom, and a bagel breakfast. We found Aziz chillin with his bomb-like briefcase outside on the street all homelessmanlike. We also find out that the ticket on the car was in fact a menu for a pizza place. So fitting to be next to a slice of pizza - on a windshield.
Miles later... I'm home and glad to hell I went.