The house is finally clean. After Josh proceeded to vomit next to the toilet, I proceeded to ignore it for a few hours. The funny thing about coming from a family with intense gag reflexes is that, we are always the ones who end up cleaning up things like vomit.
Sam (as posted kissing me below) and I have decided that we have a convenience marriage. Yesterday while hanging out, we left each other multiple times during the day to do things that we needed to get done before the party. He's one of my favorite new people.
Before the party even started, our neighbors had told me that they were going to give us a keg. We went to the little brewery in their basement to get samples! Dawn (the neighbor) was curious about Sam's tattoos. She grabbed his shirt, and looked at it. Sam then had said, "Yeah, it knicked my nipple". And then Dawn's husband walked in. We all gave him the 'deer in the headlights' look. Dawn grabbing shirt of young beautiful man, young beautiful man talking about his nipple. Nice. Dawn wrote me a letter. I will find a way to scan it in.
We sampled eight different kinds of beer! And we got an entire keg of homemade Irish red. People slowly trickled in, but as the night progressed, so did the fun. Blaine Kelley gave me two Maria Mena albums. Only him and I both understand the meaning and importance of that gift.
Greg Cash really grew on me this summer. His hard front is easy to make light of while drunk. His friend Rich, what it do. I should have made everyone sign a waiver before they came to the party, though. Rich is super offensive, in the offensive 'I am going to make fun of everyone' way. I think it's the best type of humor.
This has been the most official of official goodbyes that I've had in ages. I will get to see Chelsea, Wes and Blaine before I go. And what else do I really need besides that?
Anywho, the party was great and didn't stop until 7 am. Perkins is our saving grace, and guitar hero is better while beer'd.
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