absinthe

Last night I threw my first party ever! I was for who else but the fabulous Alohra. I played Martha Stewart all day long, making a pink and green "special" cake, over 200 pink and green jello shots, and cleverly disguising booze inside of a watermelon full of juice with a face drawn on it. Our dear friend supplied the music and then drove us to VooDoo donuts when we were trashed. VooDoo was closed but the little window thingie was open so naturally Alohra and I stretched our arms in and moaned like zombies until they gave us a pink box full of dayolds. Glorious.

The party wasn't too small (Alohra invited all our favorite people and most of them came) and wasn't too big (the pink and green goods being consumed all too rapidly), there was dancing, nudity, sunglasses, kissing, yelling, cheers, and birthday candles. No one puked on the carpet, and I succesfully diverted our campus safety officers by telling them that "no, we don't have the 'hard stuff' at this party." I like to think it was a grand sucess worht braggin about in this entry. I'm not even hungover, but i certainly am wearing sunglasses and looking dissafected anyway. I love Labor Day.