On this night we would be a subculture (hipsters) within a subculture (from the 80's) within another one (who are in the future). One may discount the complexities of sufficiently representing the time period we were in. It's a careful balance.
The Schmelter and I arrive early for set up. While trying to jump up to get back into Id A's house I suffer a bit of an accident. A piece of the deck comes down with me along with a nasty cut on my arm. Otherwise everything goes smoothly. Little would the guests of this party know they would be walking into the middle of a future war! Luckily, we were in a fully functional future bomb shelter. A future tree and bush delivers oxygen. Our futurcise bike keeps us in tip top shape. Future bombs are strategically placed in case of ambushes.
Anne Frank, Girlkol, and Fraulien arrive, all looking very snazzy in their outfits. Seems vests were the must have article of clothing of the night. Eventually we all start drinking. Anne Frank binges on Mike's Hards. The Schmelter more or less chugs his White Russian. Fraulien goes 0 to 60 drunk in about 7 seconds. We all drink and drink some more. Fraulien and I took a shot to remembering to stay friends even when we have complete other lives away at college. Aww tender moment.
Frizzle is next to arrive. Wanda showed up as Quailman. She had the amazing power to um.. break the time boundaries that we set up for the party. Jasmine, Stonewalled, and Pabeers next. About half of those who RSVPed yes don't show, but no worries. The Rabbi arrives. Cuban Jesus arrives to the sound of trumpets. Somewhere in between all that Fraulien and I play beer pong. Try as we might we couldn't come up with a team name. The result was It's Kind of Like Beer Pong. ::crickets:: Yea... lets not talk about it. Our performance was less than stellar.
Throughout the night if any of Id A or my parts slipped out accidentally - Not on purpose.. I'm looking at you Id A - it was the duty of the others to subtly say Barack Obama. This ended up being a necessary precauation. Also, the playlist was mostly under the radar but it followed the time periods closely with a mix of MGMT, Michael Jackson, and Hannah [Hammered] Montana. Id A brought out homemade Mud. Very delicious.
Post beer pong we go back to the basement. The amount of people dwindles. All of a sudden.. GLOW STICKS! EVERYWHERE! Apparently it also became picture taking time. Some of us are caught in very provocative poses. That's the risk one takes when wearing short shorts. Some partied on, but around Midnight I find my way to a bed.
Sweet Dreams and good night.
-P.P.
1 comment:
are you saying that i intentionally let my bangers and mash (ew) slip out? i'm classy. that don't fly.
and as fas as deets, it took place in 1984 and not 1988. its the little things.
and mud? dirt. DIRT.
and now i will continue to talk to you on facebook chat.
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