Well, it took three days of absurd drinking, but I'm finally worn out. Today fucking hurt.
Last night was The Vladdic And Deckwreck 21st Birthday Extraveganza. We packed a whole lot of people into my not too big apartment. I just spent the evening fluttering around between different groups of people. I guess nothing too ridiculous happened; it was just a really fun party overall. I mean, we got the cops called on us twice.
The second time, some random guy showed up at our door. Why? To tell me to quiet down. Okay, that's cool; this is the second complaint, and we obviously failed to settle doown after the first, so I decided to break the party up. I told him that I appreciated the fact that he came and asked us to be quiet instead of just calling the cops, and that we wanted to be good neighbors so I was breaking the party up.
At which point he told me that he had already called the cops and that they were downstairs, and started ranting at me about how we had already violated our lease or some nonsense.
Douchebag. I went off on him until Ronnie pulled me away. Amusing mental image time: imagine me talking to this scraggly, mid thirties guy about the party with a bottle of whiskey tucked behind my back the entire time.
Anyway, after that I was pretty pissed off and very, very drunk, so I, in what was probably a more assholish manner than I should have used, told everyone to quiet down and clear out. Sorry for being a dick, kids.
As people were leaving, the cop showed up. Fortunately, he wasn't an asshole. As soon as he saw that I was clearing the place out it was okay. He was just annoyed at having to come out there at all. He left after I told him that everyone was gone except the people who couldn't drive home.
So I had most everyone leave except for my friends, and, according to my roommate's count, we still had thirty people over. Yeah, it was a big party. We decided, after my friend Katie offered to carpool us, to move the party a mile downt he road to Stephen's place. So we loaded up the keg and headed over.
Basically, we just kept partying for a few hours. I think I hit on my friend Raquel like crazy, but I'm not sure. The best part was when Flux started trying to convince her to give me birthday sex. It was pretty hilarious. After a few hours, Flux, my sister and I went back to my place and crashed.
I ended up with gifts of Jack Daniels, Gentleman Jack, Goslings Black Seal, and three airplane bottles of Genlivet, Chivas Regal, and Balvenie scotch. And, from the best friend and coolest girl ever, I recieved a bottle of Jack Daniels Single Barrel. So basically, I spent $120 on beer but walked away with a fridge stocked with really good liquor. Awesome.
And I finally got to meet Marlowe, whose parties I can never seem to make it to for assorted stupid reasons.
This morning I had to get up at nine to go to work. I was headed up I-85 to drop Flux off when the throttle on my car started to make odd noises. Great, I thought; more money I don't have. That's when the damn engine went BOOM, popped out of gear, and refused to run any longer, accompanied by a short poof of gray smoke. So Flux and I had to sit on the side of 85 and wait on a towtruck to pick up the car and my father to pick us up. It was fun. I'm not exactly sure what happened, and nothing under the hood was noticably fucked up. We'll see. Happy birthday to me!
Last night was The Vladdic And Deckwreck 21st Birthday Extraveganza. We packed a whole lot of people into my not too big apartment. I just spent the evening fluttering around between different groups of people. I guess nothing too ridiculous happened; it was just a really fun party overall. I mean, we got the cops called on us twice.
The second time, some random guy showed up at our door. Why? To tell me to quiet down. Okay, that's cool; this is the second complaint, and we obviously failed to settle doown after the first, so I decided to break the party up. I told him that I appreciated the fact that he came and asked us to be quiet instead of just calling the cops, and that we wanted to be good neighbors so I was breaking the party up.
At which point he told me that he had already called the cops and that they were downstairs, and started ranting at me about how we had already violated our lease or some nonsense.
Douchebag. I went off on him until Ronnie pulled me away. Amusing mental image time: imagine me talking to this scraggly, mid thirties guy about the party with a bottle of whiskey tucked behind my back the entire time.
Anyway, after that I was pretty pissed off and very, very drunk, so I, in what was probably a more assholish manner than I should have used, told everyone to quiet down and clear out. Sorry for being a dick, kids.
As people were leaving, the cop showed up. Fortunately, he wasn't an asshole. As soon as he saw that I was clearing the place out it was okay. He was just annoyed at having to come out there at all. He left after I told him that everyone was gone except the people who couldn't drive home.
So I had most everyone leave except for my friends, and, according to my roommate's count, we still had thirty people over. Yeah, it was a big party. We decided, after my friend Katie offered to carpool us, to move the party a mile downt he road to Stephen's place. So we loaded up the keg and headed over.
Basically, we just kept partying for a few hours. I think I hit on my friend Raquel like crazy, but I'm not sure. The best part was when Flux started trying to convince her to give me birthday sex. It was pretty hilarious. After a few hours, Flux, my sister and I went back to my place and crashed.
I ended up with gifts of Jack Daniels, Gentleman Jack, Goslings Black Seal, and three airplane bottles of Genlivet, Chivas Regal, and Balvenie scotch. And, from the best friend and coolest girl ever, I recieved a bottle of Jack Daniels Single Barrel. So basically, I spent $120 on beer but walked away with a fridge stocked with really good liquor. Awesome.
And I finally got to meet Marlowe, whose parties I can never seem to make it to for assorted stupid reasons.
This morning I had to get up at nine to go to work. I was headed up I-85 to drop Flux off when the throttle on my car started to make odd noises. Great, I thought; more money I don't have. That's when the damn engine went BOOM, popped out of gear, and refused to run any longer, accompanied by a short poof of gray smoke. So Flux and I had to sit on the side of 85 and wait on a towtruck to pick up the car and my father to pick us up. It was fun. I'm not exactly sure what happened, and nothing under the hood was noticably fucked up. We'll see. Happy birthday to me!
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It was good to meet you - Amanda and I had a blast. Thanks for the good time; Here's to hoping I wasn't too out of hand. Happy birthday, again!
Please pass my apologies to Stephen as I was told that I broke one of his champagne glasses after swilling beer for too long. I really don't get that wasted EVAR but I guess we've all got a binge or two in us.
Here's to life and best of luck with the car!
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