The Party
Hokay. So.
We threw a party. Good for us.
Plenty of friends and friends-of-friends around, and plenty of general merriment..
Events of note include:
01. The Signs. oh yes. Signs. Some were just plain sily and others were useful and helped guide people to bottle-drops and informed them that we could and would kick them out if we cared to.
02. That Guy with the Rat. ....what up with that? I know -I- didn't invite him. Screepy.
03. Girl-Talk with Kandice(sp?). "I dunno, join a club or something...?" Kandice, I love you.
04. Kissing Lessons. Sitting in my own room watching some girl kissing Jean-Francois so he can learn how to kiss properly. I think MAB and Jamie may have encouraged this activity, as they were eager to give helful hints. Leski and I sat in silent horror, only growing more scared when RatDude was brought in to replace GirlyGirl. Screepy squared.
05. My Boyfriend, Ladies and Gentlemen... Apparently my boyfriend Nick still requires a babysitter. Fan-tastic. Also, according to friends, he needs to watch who he almost makes out with. Thanks for the kicking, Alex.
06. Tribal Council. Somehow, my talking to Jay for thirty seconds about the teensiest little relationship thing became a group discussion of my boyfriend's suddenly myriad faults. I'm glad I was already thinking of ending things, but a little surprised that my roommates never said anything to me sooner... ..Perhaps I ought ot have asked..
07. Trevor. "I just wanna congratulate you on having the cutest boyfriend here. ..I tried to make out with him but he wouldn't, so you've got a good one." ...Trevor, don't ever come to my home again. Ever.
08. Leski. Oh, thank god. So good to see you again. So very good. We clearly need to talk more again.
09. Sweet Spot. Inadvertently discovered one of Jamie's hotspots by way of a random poking-for-attention incident. Then managed to accidentally find it pretty much any time we were within arms reach of each other. Totally accidental, I swear, but ltimately probably a good thing for MAB, as his boyfriend would have been quite primed by bed-time..
10. The Horror. GirlyGirl is in my room (MY ROOM!) changing, quite topless, and with RatDude being sceepy-gropey while J-F just laid on my bed, apparently watching. INAPPRORIATE! Get yo' ass outta my room, bitches!
11. From Rat to Worse, pt.1: RatDude vomits gloriously on our balcony.
12. From Rat to Worse, pt.2: RatDude makes out with J-F yet again, and only moments after said glory-puke, AND before the opportunity to rinse his mouth is taken. Yum.
13. This is a Raid. Security shows up, as predicted by Jason, and informs us that when/if he comes back, he's bringing the cops. Apartment Security = Uniformed Tattletales.
14. Get Out, Don't Come Back. As the night wore on, I grew more and more, um, coarse. Apologies to Phil, who I bluntly told not to come back, when he mentioned a trip to Perkins for food with some of the others. I reall just wanted to get some sleep. It was friggin' three in the morning, and I had (and am at, incidentally) work at 8:30 in the morning..
15. Cuddling, Denied. Remained distant to the boyfriend for remainder of evening and continued resistance through the early-morning prep for work. If I'm gonna suffer, I'm not doing it alone. Rarg.
So, yeah. Our party was clearly a roaring success! Go Hogarts. Or Growlbacks. Or whoever we call ourselves now. We're so awesome.
~G~
We threw a party. Good for us.
Plenty of friends and friends-of-friends around, and plenty of general merriment..
Events of note include:
01. The Signs. oh yes. Signs. Some were just plain sily and others were useful and helped guide people to bottle-drops and informed them that we could and would kick them out if we cared to.
02. That Guy with the Rat. ....what up with that? I know -I- didn't invite him. Screepy.
03. Girl-Talk with Kandice(sp?). "I dunno, join a club or something...?" Kandice, I love you.
04. Kissing Lessons. Sitting in my own room watching some girl kissing Jean-Francois so he can learn how to kiss properly. I think MAB and Jamie may have encouraged this activity, as they were eager to give helful hints. Leski and I sat in silent horror, only growing more scared when RatDude was brought in to replace GirlyGirl. Screepy squared.
05. My Boyfriend, Ladies and Gentlemen... Apparently my boyfriend Nick still requires a babysitter. Fan-tastic. Also, according to friends, he needs to watch who he almost makes out with. Thanks for the kicking, Alex.
06. Tribal Council. Somehow, my talking to Jay for thirty seconds about the teensiest little relationship thing became a group discussion of my boyfriend's suddenly myriad faults. I'm glad I was already thinking of ending things, but a little surprised that my roommates never said anything to me sooner... ..Perhaps I ought ot have asked..
07. Trevor. "I just wanna congratulate you on having the cutest boyfriend here. ..I tried to make out with him but he wouldn't, so you've got a good one." ...Trevor, don't ever come to my home again. Ever.
08. Leski. Oh, thank god. So good to see you again. So very good. We clearly need to talk more again.
09. Sweet Spot. Inadvertently discovered one of Jamie's hotspots by way of a random poking-for-attention incident. Then managed to accidentally find it pretty much any time we were within arms reach of each other. Totally accidental, I swear, but ltimately probably a good thing for MAB, as his boyfriend would have been quite primed by bed-time..
10. The Horror. GirlyGirl is in my room (MY ROOM!) changing, quite topless, and with RatDude being sceepy-gropey while J-F just laid on my bed, apparently watching. INAPPRORIATE! Get yo' ass outta my room, bitches!
11. From Rat to Worse, pt.1: RatDude vomits gloriously on our balcony.
12. From Rat to Worse, pt.2: RatDude makes out with J-F yet again, and only moments after said glory-puke, AND before the opportunity to rinse his mouth is taken. Yum.
13. This is a Raid. Security shows up, as predicted by Jason, and informs us that when/if he comes back, he's bringing the cops. Apartment Security = Uniformed Tattletales.
14. Get Out, Don't Come Back. As the night wore on, I grew more and more, um, coarse. Apologies to Phil, who I bluntly told not to come back, when he mentioned a trip to Perkins for food with some of the others. I reall just wanted to get some sleep. It was friggin' three in the morning, and I had (and am at, incidentally) work at 8:30 in the morning..
15. Cuddling, Denied. Remained distant to the boyfriend for remainder of evening and continued resistance through the early-morning prep for work. If I'm gonna suffer, I'm not doing it alone. Rarg.
So, yeah. Our party was clearly a roaring success! Go Hogarts. Or Growlbacks. Or whoever we call ourselves now. We're so awesome.
~G~