it was a great party
Apr. 25th, 2004 10:23 amLast night's party was quite a special one. I'm glad I went, though having a couple beers with my medicine made me a wee unsteady on the legs. But then, Gene showed up and gave me a hug so maybe he was drinking all day? He spent a lot of the night slapping other people on the ass, as did so many other people in the front yard. I don't think we've ever had a party that generated that sort of insanity before. It was like a virus, or a meme.
My husband inflamed Sarah by describing how he would work Johnny Depp's ass, Melynda very loudly used the word whore to describe someone else at the party, James did his booty dance a couple of times, Micah took off his shirt, and I punched Gene in the kidneys. That was only a small sampling of the various bits of insanity that occurred. Nick was running around, several underage lame highschool girls showed up with Al's jailbait girlfriend, Jim appeared out of nowhere, and Sam gave me vicodin when my pain started to resurface. At that point, I lost whatever tact filter I had and began trading caustic opinions with Melynda. Rachel made several kinds of delicious kolache, and sent some home with me. Sarah slapped both Alan and Brett on the ass in one fell swoop. I laughed a lot. Gene and I had a conversation in Czech, Russian and French about why he thought Melynda didn't need babies. Tyler offered Melynda ten minutes and some babies. It was all very wrong!
We were quite lucky that it didn't rain. But there were eight million snails in the yard to crunch underfoot.
EDIT 10:54AM
I keep thinking of other odd bits, like Alan, Brett and Sam lighting a fire in the metal trash can in the back yard, and having a little too much fun with the lighter fluid. I am surprised no one burned their eyebrows off. Elisa tripped on the power cord and turned off all the white christmas lights in the backyard, and for a moment we stood in the dark. It was like being eight again, when we would sneak out and play Ghost in the Graveyard.
I told the sheep fungus story for the first time in years! I'd almost forgotten that. Thank you high school. Melynda also tried to sell her youngest sister off with a dowry of many sheep. I don't think anyone can afford Heather, though.
My husband inflamed Sarah by describing how he would work Johnny Depp's ass, Melynda very loudly used the word whore to describe someone else at the party, James did his booty dance a couple of times, Micah took off his shirt, and I punched Gene in the kidneys. That was only a small sampling of the various bits of insanity that occurred. Nick was running around, several underage lame highschool girls showed up with Al's jailbait girlfriend, Jim appeared out of nowhere, and Sam gave me vicodin when my pain started to resurface. At that point, I lost whatever tact filter I had and began trading caustic opinions with Melynda. Rachel made several kinds of delicious kolache, and sent some home with me. Sarah slapped both Alan and Brett on the ass in one fell swoop. I laughed a lot. Gene and I had a conversation in Czech, Russian and French about why he thought Melynda didn't need babies. Tyler offered Melynda ten minutes and some babies. It was all very wrong!
We were quite lucky that it didn't rain. But there were eight million snails in the yard to crunch underfoot.
EDIT 10:54AM
I keep thinking of other odd bits, like Alan, Brett and Sam lighting a fire in the metal trash can in the back yard, and having a little too much fun with the lighter fluid. I am surprised no one burned their eyebrows off. Elisa tripped on the power cord and turned off all the white christmas lights in the backyard, and for a moment we stood in the dark. It was like being eight again, when we would sneak out and play Ghost in the Graveyard.
I told the sheep fungus story for the first time in years! I'd almost forgotten that. Thank you high school. Melynda also tried to sell her youngest sister off with a dowry of many sheep. I don't think anyone can afford Heather, though.