Many, many thanks to Xini for putting me all back together again. I so needed that. 
Okay, so here's the birthday story:
Shal and I had a party at our new loft. It was our first, so we wanted to test the waters with a small, intimate group of close friends (I swear to god, with friends like these...). It's near Halloween, and masquerade masks can be really sexy, so that was the theme.
We were running late and didn't get a chance to set up some of the cool visuals and the better sound system we were planning on setting up (another time, to be sure). People started arriving, and we started drinking. That rawrmonsterdave guy suggested we play a horrendous game that we played once before (at the tail end of a party) which basically involves nothing more than drinking a whole lot of vodka. I was foolishly all over the idea, hoping that together, Dave and I could encourage others to get really fucked up. That plan clearly backfired.
I blacked out shortly after 11, though my body kept attempting to party (with various levels of failure) until 1 or so, when it collapsed first onto a chair, then was coaxed onto a couch. Everything from this point on has been pieced together from eyewitness accounts.
Apparently, sometime while I was still upright and after my mind had gone, Dave thought it would be a good idea to play the game again. As I was no longer capable of rational thought, I went along. Sometime between then and the time I collapsed, I fell a couple of times, broke a couple of things, crawled around a bit, and puked in my sink (not necessarily in that order).
I woke up to find that my feet had "31337 DRUNX0R" written on them in permanent marker. My face had all sorts of things all over it. I had a heart drawn on my chest, a flower on my elbow, a stick figure devil on my knee, writing all over my arms, and "Mel" written behind my ear (hmm...wonder who that could've been
). Oh, and of course the happy faces on my toes that are currently in my profile pic.
Apparently, I'd missed a good bit of decadence and debauchery, and when I woke up I was more than a little pissed off at myself for letting myself go that bad.
Clearly, we'll have to have another party to make up for my missing this one.
I would like to thank those of you who came and apologize for my untimely departure. We'll do it again, with less dying, of course. And I'm pretty sure we can handle more people next time, so we won't have to keep it all quiet and shit. Sorry about that.
Thanks again all of you for the birthday wishes.
bean!
Okay, so here's the birthday story:
Shal and I had a party at our new loft. It was our first, so we wanted to test the waters with a small, intimate group of close friends (I swear to god, with friends like these...). It's near Halloween, and masquerade masks can be really sexy, so that was the theme.
We were running late and didn't get a chance to set up some of the cool visuals and the better sound system we were planning on setting up (another time, to be sure). People started arriving, and we started drinking. That rawrmonsterdave guy suggested we play a horrendous game that we played once before (at the tail end of a party) which basically involves nothing more than drinking a whole lot of vodka. I was foolishly all over the idea, hoping that together, Dave and I could encourage others to get really fucked up. That plan clearly backfired.
I blacked out shortly after 11, though my body kept attempting to party (with various levels of failure) until 1 or so, when it collapsed first onto a chair, then was coaxed onto a couch. Everything from this point on has been pieced together from eyewitness accounts.
Apparently, sometime while I was still upright and after my mind had gone, Dave thought it would be a good idea to play the game again. As I was no longer capable of rational thought, I went along. Sometime between then and the time I collapsed, I fell a couple of times, broke a couple of things, crawled around a bit, and puked in my sink (not necessarily in that order).
I woke up to find that my feet had "31337 DRUNX0R" written on them in permanent marker. My face had all sorts of things all over it. I had a heart drawn on my chest, a flower on my elbow, a stick figure devil on my knee, writing all over my arms, and "Mel" written behind my ear (hmm...wonder who that could've been
). Oh, and of course the happy faces on my toes that are currently in my profile pic.
Apparently, I'd missed a good bit of decadence and debauchery, and when I woke up I was more than a little pissed off at myself for letting myself go that bad.
Clearly, we'll have to have another party to make up for my missing this one.
I would like to thank those of you who came and apologize for my untimely departure. We'll do it again, with less dying, of course. And I'm pretty sure we can handle more people next time, so we won't have to keep it all quiet and shit. Sorry about that.
Thanks again all of you for the birthday wishes.
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Your profile picture is too cute.