Call me Mr. Produce Pete

It was a day of sushi. It was a day of unauthorized beer pong games. It was a day boasting the most daylight this year. Most importantly it was the day Produce Pete became a produce man. My cast of characters arrived around 6:00, while some not so characters showed up too (they know who they are). I won't complain however, because anyone whos giving me money is always welcome in my home. While I won't name an amount, lets say I could have broken it into 9,000 quarters or several outfits from UO.

Next came the sitting. I mingled a little bit but barely, because most of the guests at my party were my parent's friends. Then we left to go play wiffleball. Almost all of the boys played, and all of the girls gossiped. Pitching became a problem with the 110 mph winds at our back. The good guys won out in the end.

Back to my house. The DJ showed up later. The play list was a mix of mostly 80's and 90's songs that I despise, with some modern hits that I despise thrown in for good measure. Nonetheless it gave us some entertainment when we could no longer tap into the unending hilarity of the "Hey lets draw Produce Pete in Random Situations" game. We dance and sing so loud that a certain other person's party guests were ashamed they hadn't been invited here instead.

Later on a cake was brought out. Here a room full of people sang to me which is way more attention than I ever want. Party End. Drinking begin. A mellow night when we realize getting drunk just isn't as much fun as it used to be. My friends get me a Zune, which they found out I had been wanting by using some very covert intelligence-gathering techniques.

All in all it was an enjoyable day. Stay tuned for my next post, chronicling a wacky night of cigarettes, strippers, and items I can finally order off of infomercials.

-P.P.