Last night... was not as great as I had hoped.
We went to 4 parties, all of which sucked, and we ended the night on Paul and Sandy's couch watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer (the movie, not the show).
Party 1: We showed up to some guy's house, and it was full of frat boys. We were the only gals there, and it was lame as hell.
Party 2: This is the party with the ex-boyfriend. It was... okay. And I think it was okay because the jungle juice was amazing and I got really fucked really fast. Some metalhead dude hit on me... which was gross, but kind of refreshing, because I thought, "I still got it." Even drunk and dressed as a junkie, I still got it. The party kind of ended for me when the jungle juice ran out and the cops showed up. I was over it at that point.
Party 3: WAS FUCKING LAME. There were about 200 people trying to fit into the tiniest house in the world. I went in long enough to take a piss and then left. Yet, we spent about a half-hour outside in the cold for one of Ian's friends to follow us to...
Party 4 (which I'm going to have to split into multiple paragraphs, because I have so much to say): This was the shindig that Ian's sister threw. We walk into this building, and the first thing we hear is fucking techno. We walk up a flight of stairs, and it's basically a big stupid rave. And I can guaratee that 75% of the kids there were on X, as there was basically a conga line of people feeling and grinding on each other. Fucking gross.
At this point, my buzz was wearing off big-time, and all I wanted was a drink. Since this was the place with the "cash bar," I kept asking Ian, "Where's the bar? Let's go to the bar. Blah blah blah." But no, we sat and doddled for about another hour. Ian, Fithers, and Kaela went and smoked out on this fire escape next to a busy road. I thought this was stupid AND rude, because this wasn't just like a house. This was part of IU. I have certain places that I won't smoke at, and schools definitely fall under that category. So, I was pissed.
We finally got to the bar... and it was no fucking cash bar. They didn't hire a bartender. It was some art fag dressed as Cruella de Ville pouring drinks. And BAD drinks, at that. They were almost out of everything, so I told her to just pour me what ever she thought was good. So, I get white rum and pineapple juice. Okay, that's cool... then she fills my cup with about 3/4 rum and 1/4 pineapple juice. It was the most foul thing ever. That's 3 bucks that I'll never have back.
We left that stupid party and Ian and I went back to Paul and Sandy's. We ordered some food, smoked some pot, and then we came back home.
I'm very disappointed.
We went to 4 parties, all of which sucked, and we ended the night on Paul and Sandy's couch watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer (the movie, not the show).
Party 1: We showed up to some guy's house, and it was full of frat boys. We were the only gals there, and it was lame as hell.
Party 2: This is the party with the ex-boyfriend. It was... okay. And I think it was okay because the jungle juice was amazing and I got really fucked really fast. Some metalhead dude hit on me... which was gross, but kind of refreshing, because I thought, "I still got it." Even drunk and dressed as a junkie, I still got it. The party kind of ended for me when the jungle juice ran out and the cops showed up. I was over it at that point.
Party 3: WAS FUCKING LAME. There were about 200 people trying to fit into the tiniest house in the world. I went in long enough to take a piss and then left. Yet, we spent about a half-hour outside in the cold for one of Ian's friends to follow us to...
Party 4 (which I'm going to have to split into multiple paragraphs, because I have so much to say): This was the shindig that Ian's sister threw. We walk into this building, and the first thing we hear is fucking techno. We walk up a flight of stairs, and it's basically a big stupid rave. And I can guaratee that 75% of the kids there were on X, as there was basically a conga line of people feeling and grinding on each other. Fucking gross.
At this point, my buzz was wearing off big-time, and all I wanted was a drink. Since this was the place with the "cash bar," I kept asking Ian, "Where's the bar? Let's go to the bar. Blah blah blah." But no, we sat and doddled for about another hour. Ian, Fithers, and Kaela went and smoked out on this fire escape next to a busy road. I thought this was stupid AND rude, because this wasn't just like a house. This was part of IU. I have certain places that I won't smoke at, and schools definitely fall under that category. So, I was pissed.
We finally got to the bar... and it was no fucking cash bar. They didn't hire a bartender. It was some art fag dressed as Cruella de Ville pouring drinks. And BAD drinks, at that. They were almost out of everything, so I told her to just pour me what ever she thought was good. So, I get white rum and pineapple juice. Okay, that's cool... then she fills my cup with about 3/4 rum and 1/4 pineapple juice. It was the most foul thing ever. That's 3 bucks that I'll never have back.
We left that stupid party and Ian and I went back to Paul and Sandy's. We ordered some food, smoked some pot, and then we came back home.
I'm very disappointed.
antrdunc:
boo, that! 
I got to a party and it seemed boring as hell. I waited and kept the pot hidden for a while, everyone was quiet and seemed too straight. Then the host friend from photo class asked if I wanted to hide off somewhere and hit his oney box, after that we got caught and it ended up most of the people smoked but weren't sure if they should since the dudes wife is Human resources and tests people for drugs. She even got in on it and was just begging to smoke, he has a slight protest for job integrity reasons, but by then were trashed on a huge tank of sangria and vodka shots. 
I got to a party and it seemed boring as hell. I waited and kept the pot hidden for a while, everyone was quiet and seemed too straight. Then the host friend from photo class asked if I wanted to hide off somewhere and hit his oney box, after that we got caught and it ended up most of the people smoked but weren't sure if they should since the dudes wife is Human resources and tests people for drugs. She even got in on it and was just begging to smoke, he has a slight protest for job integrity reasons, but by then were trashed on a huge tank of sangria and vodka shots.