drunken memo

(i started writing this right after the party last weekend, and then fell asleep at the laptop).

so right now, right this second, i'm typing on my computer with my bedroom door open to make sure that some sort of date rape doesn't take place in our apartment.

and granted, that might be a stretch. but not as much of a strectch as one may think.

let me start from the beginning.

my roommates and i planned for a party this weekend and needed an excuse to throw it. so we looked on wikipedia and found out whose birthday it was. so we found out that billy ocean's birthday was on the 20th and...

you know what, fuck this! no really, fuck it. let me say what i need to say. hosting parties is not what one may think it is. it is not the thing to just damn do. at all. this shit is hard. HARD. and i was throwing it with two other guys. and we promoted it to the point that it was a real good turnout. we had the lighting down-packed. we had the great playlists, and happened to score a dj coming through the party that just happened to have his own mix cd. the food was fine. the drinks were great. i mean, we had a pool! we had a fucking pool! a little baby kiddie pool with nothing but ice and water in it to hold all the drinks and liquor. we even had a palm tree. and four speakers to create the surround sound. and we got all that in one day.

after preparing for it though, i didn't think i would have to maintain it. it got to the point whre i had to literally throw people out, like i was a bouncer or some shit. people were making out...on my bed! my roommate's 20 gig ipod got stolen! and some pervert was feeling up a couple as they were making out on the rooftop!! i don't even know how that happened!!! people were trying to walk in off the streets. strangers were trying to get in because they claimed to live in the building. some did. some didn't. i didn't care. the entire night was geare

(and thats about where i stopped, i'll continue right now, a week from the party, able to look back on it in 20/20 hindsight...)

i was a little upset then, and i was trying to look out for some of the people spending the night, as there were some prowlers we had to seperate from the lambs (another story). but it's all good now. people are forgiven. i understand how parties get, and it's not like they were screwing on my bed, they just got caught up in the moment - they apologized, it's in the past. we started a relief fund for my roommate's ipod. we actually have about $120 now and growing. leave a comment if you would like to contribute. we identified the pervert, now named "the sketchy guy" - we just stay away from him at all cost. and we made peace with a few of the cats walking in off the street, let a few of them into the party and see them all the time now.

things don't always end up good. but sometimes they do pan out. the next morning, we counted our blessings and cleaned up. many people thanked us for a great party via emails and phone calls and said they look forward to the next (whenever the hell that is). so all and all, my roommates and i have a story to tell. another experience in our growing history as friends.

so, happy birthday Billy Ocean, and may you have many, many more.

have a nice day.