"THAT is a Terrible People Convention."

So last night was Bacchanlia 2007 at Produce Pete's house. And that title does not refer to our exploits. His parents were in Vermont, because if they weren't it never would have happened because of his dad. The man is intimidating. And frankly, he frightens me. There, I said it.

It was a night of randomness, and the first of many MAD BEERS was cracked at 8:34. Then we watched something about the plague on the History Channel. Because, you know, we know how to party. When I say we I mean Id A, Produce Pete, Uday Pulaski, The Schmelter, The Rabbi, V.I. Melanin, and Anne Frank (that was funnier when I was drunk but now I just think it's offensive, but let's roll.) We were joined by a seemingly unending cast of characters many of whom were in and out in five minutes and were also friends of Produce Pat (figure it out, it's not my best.) Most of those people were guidos. I now present to you, an official and perhaps anachronistic list of last nights events:

MAD BEERS
The plague
I make a joke about The Hills that falls on deaf ears because Mrs. Schmelter was not there.
"Let's just watch The Notebook."
MAD BEERS
"Have you guys seen how hot Abigail Breslin has gotten?"
THE RABBI! (He leaves three minutes after showing up, returns an hour and a half later.)
Text V.I. Melanin, I get a text back saying "who is this ?" Thanks.
ANNE FRANK! (She prevented it from being a total cockfest.)
MAD BEERS
Some time elapses, we form cliques which is weird because at this point only six people were in that basement.
V.I. MELANIN!
NO MORE DRUM PLAYING, THANK YOU.
MAD BEERS
FACEBOOK!!!!!!!!!!1!111!!!!
Judgment, witticisms, good times.
Produce Pete decides to lie down on his pool table. Id A: That looks comfortable. Uday Pulaski throws water on us. A fight between Uday Pulaski and Produce Pete breaks out.
I tell everyone we can no longer be friends with other people/ other person.
THE RABBI (take two) He has other people with him.
GAY GAY GAY
Broing out.
MAD BEERS
"I wish I had a camera." (If these pictures did exist, they would be on Facebook. All ironically, naturally. V.I. and I are very much opposed to this. Especially a certain someone's pictures."
Cue impromptu cigarette break. The Rabbi's people leave shortly thereafter.
Definite inebriation.
TOTES inebriation.
Then we got ripped of but Produce Pat's friends for a some shitty Watermelon Rum.
The Rabbi sprained his ankle "chasing [me] up the stairs."
"Did you have sex with an Asian girl?" "[Sigh] Yeah."
The Schmelter fell asleep. He woke up with shit all over his face this morning.
The Rabbi, Uday Pulaski, and Id A try to determine everyone in our grade's virginity. It goes without saying, we had MAD BEERS.
Produce Pete falls asleep in the most uncomfortable position ever. We wake him up so we can go on Facebook and continue our game.
The Rabbi falls asleep taking the couch.
The clock strikes 3:23, mad tired after MAD BEERS.
Awkward sleeping circumstances for the next six hours. Like, I slept on top of an ottoman.
"Gahh FUUCK! I have to go to work in like FIVE MINUTES!"
Cleanup and then studying all day today.
Currently, I'm watching the finale (sad!) of America's Most Smartest Model.
Did not feel sick today. I cannot say the same for my fellow brosephs.