I Wanna Dance With No Pants On...

Had another party on Saturday... went all right, maybe fifty... sixty people showed up. We just moved the whole thing upstairs to the roof. In retrospect, the mix of people we know created an interesting cocktail. We had:

A band

A Columbia Frat (assholes threw glass bottles off the roof)

A Erotic Kinetic Sex Sculptor (I know, I checked to make sure I got it down right)

A set of emaciated Hipsters (who all have the same haircut... fun to hang with though)

... and many more, in addition to the usual college kids...

Oh, my favorite conversation of the night:

"Dude, I just gotta warn you, your friend that's about to hook up with that girl? You gotta talk to him man, that girl it dirty, she has STDs or something."

"What? You don't know that...."

"No, no no.... she gets around, like really gets around..."

"What do you mean?"

"She's slept with FOUR guys..."

"Oh man, that's not bad, I mean, we do live in New York City..."

"...Today."

I missed out personally on most of the night because I got absolutely trashed and spent half the night blacked out and puking. One of my roomies was basically an angel and took care of me until she was sure I wasn't going to die in my own vomit. It was strange... the last thing I remember was me opening the door to let a few more people in... and then I was in bed, in PJs but without my underwear and nauseous as hell. I turned over, found T in bed next to me.

"What the hell happened?"

He rolled over and yawned, "You got shitfaced and puked over everyone."

"What?"

"Yeah... You don't remember?"

"Remember WHAT?"

So basically, Sunday was a day full of damage control. I laundered everything I puked over and then cleaned up the two dozen bottles and cans that everyone left everywhere, baked muffins to thank my roomie and best friend T... then took another one of my guy friends out to dinner in an effort to apologize for puking all over him.

Then I went and blew about a hundred dollars at Urban Outfitters on a couple of cute shirts and sweater... just to round out my crazy week of spending madness.

Now, at five in the morning on a Monday, I'm up and doing homework. Thank god I don't need to sleep much...