sugarpill

I went to a party last night with some friends. From the street you wouldn't even know there was a party, but once you went in the door of the building there were flyers stuck to the wall leading us up two flights of stairs to the apartment. Great apartment. Huge crowd. You really had to push your way around. Just fucking packed. I brought two gallons of Gun Club Punch, and I shouldn't have. There was no place to put them, nobody wanted to drink it except me and my friends. Shrug. We hung out in the crowded and hot apartment for a while, then we went to find the back yard we'd heard about. Through the tiki curtain in the kitchen and out onto a patio, which was also crowded, and down a winding set of metal spiral stairs. A spiral staircase and drunk people is probably not the best combination, but I didn't see anybody slip and fall. I saw up a lot of skirt though- heh heh heh. The girls at parties are so much better looking than the girls at clubs. But anyway... So the four of us got to the bottom and staked out a little spot and sat down. It was nice out there. People were smoking and the neighbors were blaring some rap music. Little tiki torches. It was nice. At one point two of us ran out of drink and had to go back up to get some. We grabbed a whole jug of my punch and brought it down with us, and we all drank that for a while. Then the party got broken up. The cops had come twice. The hosts said it had nothing to do with us, it was the people next door with their deafening rap music, but we were told we all had to leave. We managed to get both jugs of punch on the way out, and put them in plastic bags. Good thing, too, because when we got out of the building everyone was standing around on the street and there were cops right there yelling at them. Would've looked pretty bad to come out of a busted up party with gallon jugs of something that was obviously not water. We all went back to our friends house and hung out. I kept getting drunk. Some of us had some "vampire" brand wine, which isn't bad. I would not shut up. I get like that when I'm really really drunk. I just won't shut up. And the part of my brain that checks whether or not I'm talking too much ... just ... went to sleep or something. We left around 3:30. I don't really know because I didn't drive. Couldn't sleep late, even though I really wanted to. Not as hung over as I thought I'd be. A good day, a good night, pretty good so far.

Today I so much to do. So much.