I'm the next big thing
Last night was a debachle, to say the least. Check the spelling on that?
But a good one. The second annual 'Christmas Sweater Vest Party' (i know, it's a worn out concept but it's still fun) took place in North Olmsted and lasted way longer than anyone thought. After having a raging hangover from my post-graduation celebrations, I topped myself by having the best night I've had in ages.
I'd go over the whole night but it would be boring, so I'll just describe how the night ended and you can assume what lead up to such a terrific ending. The night ended, at 6:30 am, after six of us stripped the christmas tree of every ornament and smashing them against walls, floors, people, in order to exorcise Chris' rage over the unfortunate ex-gf incident. Immediately after the ornaments ran dry we jumped on a snow-covered trampoline, ran sprints around the inside of the house, ate every edible piece of food in the kitchen, threw anything we could into the ceiling fan, danced all over every available piece of furniture in that house and damn near beat the shit out of each other several times (in the most loving way possible, of course).
In short, it was a fitting means to a wonderful end.
Godspeed.
But a good one. The second annual 'Christmas Sweater Vest Party' (i know, it's a worn out concept but it's still fun) took place in North Olmsted and lasted way longer than anyone thought. After having a raging hangover from my post-graduation celebrations, I topped myself by having the best night I've had in ages.
I'd go over the whole night but it would be boring, so I'll just describe how the night ended and you can assume what lead up to such a terrific ending. The night ended, at 6:30 am, after six of us stripped the christmas tree of every ornament and smashing them against walls, floors, people, in order to exorcise Chris' rage over the unfortunate ex-gf incident. Immediately after the ornaments ran dry we jumped on a snow-covered trampoline, ran sprints around the inside of the house, ate every edible piece of food in the kitchen, threw anything we could into the ceiling fan, danced all over every available piece of furniture in that house and damn near beat the shit out of each other several times (in the most loving way possible, of course).
In short, it was a fitting means to a wonderful end.
Godspeed.