Last nights 'party' was kind of lame. P didn't really invite anyone. I don't think he knows how. There were two factions in the apartment. The upstanding uptight people, then me and the people in the kitchen. Not that we're anything rambuncous. We just know how to have a good time. They were plotting a course to some vacation destination. We were plotting to make sure T gets hammered because he was bragging about how he's never had a hang over. Oh well. To each their own. 