Usually when you go to a house party, you see the same people (give or take a few randoms). This party was awesome because there were all sorts of different groups of people that came out to celebrate the 3 friends' birthdays. Around 3am the party hit full stride. Everybody was having fun and getting drunk and it was right around this time that the crowd started getting...
Mike Driscoll (of TeenDrama fame) saw all the girls getting crazy up on shoulders and decided to get in on the elevated action by...
...standing on my couch so he could jump up and hang from my apartment's fire sprinkler pipes. Holy worst idea ever, Batman! I managed to snap a pic for posterity before screaming at him to "get the fuck down from there, you lunatic!" (Mke D. has no recollection of this).
Gina and Lawrence. (By the way, Gina smells really good. She accidentally left her coat at my house and my room smelled all nice and girly for a few weeks until I returned it to her.)
Mad props to Jon Davis - he lives in the neighborhood and when we ran out of booze just past 4:30am, he saved party from drying up by busting out the number of some super-sketch Chinatown bogeda that will deliver booze and beer 24 hours a day!
The party official ended a little after five. Our initial "let's get a head start on cleaning up now!" efforts were quickly given up on when we decided we were all too fucked up to be bothered to clean.
Also around this time, Herman, my roommate's cat came out of hiding and was totally FUCKING PISSED to discover what a mess we'd made of his apartment. Check him out glaring at us.
He was so irrated he was lashing out and trying to scratch anyone who came near him. Check him out ready to take a swipe with his badass "I dare you to pet me, motherfucker" expression. Herman rules (except for the fact that he likes to watch me shower).
When Mike went upstairs to go to his apartment, he discovered that someone (who'd apparently spend the majority of the evening drinking red wine) had make a big purple mess right outside his door. When I apologized on behalf of the unknown guest, Mike shrugged and earned the Fonzie thumbs-up of Coolness by shrugging and replying "Who cares? This is why I own a mop!"
All things considered, the place was in pretty good shape. Messy, yes - but nothing was broken or vandalized or stolen. (The one exception being the mysterious disappearance of my sunglasses...but we'll get to that in a bit). Sarah, Laura and Dan all came over (with a pizza!) to help clean up.
A few days after the party, Jenny Penny posted pics of the party on her website and inadvertantly identified her butt-ass wasted friend as the clown who most likely kifed my fucking shades.
