The rest of my weekend was pretty okay. Catie, Ronnie and I sat around on Saturday and watched Georgia kick Gator ass. Take that, Florida! After that, the roommates, Kevin and I went to a party at our friend's boyfriend's place. We wanted to go to Athens for Marlowe's party, but soon realized that everyone we knew in Athens was in Atlanta for the weekend, leaving us stranded without a place to crash. So, instead, we went to this lame ass party over by Georgia Tech.
We approach a bit apprehensively, as we know no one save the host's girlfriend, and we see small groups of costumed people standing around chatting casually. Okay, that's not so bad; most people are in costume, and these are just the kids outside smoking. But, as it turns out, that wasn't the case; the kids milling around the backyard were the party.
I felt pretty stupid for not thinking things through; I mean, it was over by Tech, but for some reason I didn't even consider that it would be a Tech party. This, to those of you not familiar with the demographics of the South's favorite technological institute, means that there were few girls there, and the ones who dared show up were not attractive. On top of that, there was a really, really bad DJ. I hoped things were looking up when he played Thriller, but after that he just went back to scratching over battle records. Lame.
It was about this time when I noticed someone else
wearing the exact same Spiderman costume I was wearing (a repeat from two years ago: I was short on time). I was pissed. So, I just pulled on my jeans and my Blood Brothers hoodie and went as Aloof Indie Rock Boy, complete with talking to only my friends and scoffing at the kid wearing baggy pants and a Boysetsfire shirt. I was so in character, it hurt.
So, as usual, we decide to make the best of the situation and drink as much as possible. It was then that we noticed the horror: it was about midnight, and the keg was already floated. Unacceptably lame! Soon after, some morons started shooting fireworks off in the backyard after the neighbors had already told them to quiet down. As we were mobilizing to leave before the cops showed up, the cops showed up. We snuck out the side and took off towards home. The rest of the evening was spent watching Halloween. Fun stuff, right?
We approach a bit apprehensively, as we know no one save the host's girlfriend, and we see small groups of costumed people standing around chatting casually. Okay, that's not so bad; most people are in costume, and these are just the kids outside smoking. But, as it turns out, that wasn't the case; the kids milling around the backyard were the party.
I felt pretty stupid for not thinking things through; I mean, it was over by Tech, but for some reason I didn't even consider that it would be a Tech party. This, to those of you not familiar with the demographics of the South's favorite technological institute, means that there were few girls there, and the ones who dared show up were not attractive. On top of that, there was a really, really bad DJ. I hoped things were looking up when he played Thriller, but after that he just went back to scratching over battle records. Lame.
It was about this time when I noticed someone else
wearing the exact same Spiderman costume I was wearing (a repeat from two years ago: I was short on time). I was pissed. So, I just pulled on my jeans and my Blood Brothers hoodie and went as Aloof Indie Rock Boy, complete with talking to only my friends and scoffing at the kid wearing baggy pants and a Boysetsfire shirt. I was so in character, it hurt.
So, as usual, we decide to make the best of the situation and drink as much as possible. It was then that we noticed the horror: it was about midnight, and the keg was already floated. Unacceptably lame! Soon after, some morons started shooting fireworks off in the backyard after the neighbors had already told them to quiet down. As we were mobilizing to leave before the cops showed up, the cops showed up. We snuck out the side and took off towards home. The rest of the evening was spent watching Halloween. Fun stuff, right?