Even Kat got tipsy
Well lordy be, if it isn't my old friend the internet! Should be getting it at the apartment tomorrow, which'll be nice, but for now it's the damn comp lab in monte.
The house was melted beyond my wildest expectations at the housemelting party... Some highlights of the aftermath:
Vomit on roof/Brad's bed/on Allison/ on me (from helping allison, so Brad vicariously vomited on me)
A door with it's bottom hinge torn out of the doorjamb.
An open attic hatch, which is extra mysterious given that you need a ladder to reach it and we don't have a goddamn ladder.
Every single square foot of the floor was sticky.
Dimly recalling that I never got a chance to talk to several people and feeling guilty about it.
Not being able to find my iPod and thinking it got jacked and being VERY dissapointed with Birmingham (found it just yesterday. It was under my bed, which I now remember is where I put it so it wouldn't get jacked. Crystal is forever my genius-hero for suggesting that I try looking there again).
All this to say, it was a fucking blow out. Brad and Adam were passed out down for the count about halfway through, so I was the only remaining person who actually lived there who was up for the rest, and I have no idea how long that was as I lost all track of time.
At one point there must have been 30 or 40, hell maybe 50 people there, crowding into every room (with my room being the designated Drunken, Yelly Catchphrase Room), about a quarter of whom I don't think I'd ever seen in my life before. People got some hilarious make outs on, my face was hurting from smiling, the dance-travaganza room lived up to it's name, I guffawed and was a jackass with my favorite people in the world, everyone was having a good time, and everyone always flushed the toilet, even after vomiting!
I think probably the story that best sums it up was that on Monday, Paul (downstairs neighbor) was outside, and this guy who lives across the street (who none of us have ever talked to) told him that that was an awesome party the other night... NONE OF US EVER SAW HIM THERE. Not us OR Paul and Peter.
Damn.
Other things going on to, but of perhaps a more sensitive nature, and requiring more backstory than I am will to type at the moment. But it's damn fine to be me.
The house was melted beyond my wildest expectations at the housemelting party... Some highlights of the aftermath:
Vomit on roof/Brad's bed/on Allison/ on me (from helping allison, so Brad vicariously vomited on me)
A door with it's bottom hinge torn out of the doorjamb.
An open attic hatch, which is extra mysterious given that you need a ladder to reach it and we don't have a goddamn ladder.
Every single square foot of the floor was sticky.
Dimly recalling that I never got a chance to talk to several people and feeling guilty about it.
Not being able to find my iPod and thinking it got jacked and being VERY dissapointed with Birmingham (found it just yesterday. It was under my bed, which I now remember is where I put it so it wouldn't get jacked. Crystal is forever my genius-hero for suggesting that I try looking there again).
All this to say, it was a fucking blow out. Brad and Adam were passed out down for the count about halfway through, so I was the only remaining person who actually lived there who was up for the rest, and I have no idea how long that was as I lost all track of time.
At one point there must have been 30 or 40, hell maybe 50 people there, crowding into every room (with my room being the designated Drunken, Yelly Catchphrase Room), about a quarter of whom I don't think I'd ever seen in my life before. People got some hilarious make outs on, my face was hurting from smiling, the dance-travaganza room lived up to it's name, I guffawed and was a jackass with my favorite people in the world, everyone was having a good time, and everyone always flushed the toilet, even after vomiting!
I think probably the story that best sums it up was that on Monday, Paul (downstairs neighbor) was outside, and this guy who lives across the street (who none of us have ever talked to) told him that that was an awesome party the other night... NONE OF US EVER SAW HIM THERE. Not us OR Paul and Peter.
Damn.
Other things going on to, but of perhaps a more sensitive nature, and requiring more backstory than I am will to type at the moment. But it's damn fine to be me.