I went to a cool party last night. It was Dirty Dan's Birthday. I had a really great time!
How do you know someone like Dirty Dan? You party a lot. When you do that, you will definitely run into the bastard one way or another. Strange...it seems that every publicized party-the man is there. Last night he turned twenty.
It took us long enough to find the place, and talking to Dan and his friends was not helping any-they were already intoxicated. I had busted at least 10 U-ies. Luckily, one of Dan's friends was still in his right mind and beat Mapquest to pulp. Before getting there, we had stopped to get booze at the nearby 711, where I held a conversation with an odd stranger over milk allergies and sinus problems...interesting. The fella was conversing with the clerk beforehand, and then I came, talked with me forever, and went back to the clerk.
He must've been lonely or something.
We finally got there.
There's nothing cooler than a party with a lot of social friendly people and a keg. My two friends and I got there, knowing hardly anyone. So we did what we usually do-guarded the keg (and drank from it constantly, of course.) There was this chick there who had drank one too many, and was giving us a show of her best regurgitation. Fantastic. Eventually, we started migrating around, checking out the scenery and all the people. The place was decorated with chalk banners and signs, all reading random obscenities about Dan. People were scattered about. I met an Italian that didn't know what a Cannoli was, a football player, a man who can do the "Beyonce Booty Bump" (he, totally, tried to teach me), a dude named Drunk, another Dustin who made me "Tap Tap" my chair, Dirk Diggler (looked like Josh Hartnett to me), a gal with the best blouse, and a brave lightweight drinker-who dared to take vodka shots with me and the football player (pfft!) There was a slue of other people there too.
Also that evening, in their neighborhood, was another "Bro Party" a block away. We were about to gather ourselves into a mob and trash it, until we heard wind of neighbor complaints...some folks went anyway; some went for beer, Dan went to talk trash. lol
So much fun, so much drinkin- my friend even busted a fucking keg stand! That was funny and he held the winning title for Longest Keg Stand-what a Reet=) Need I tell you who he is? Psh...Take a wild guess.
Then we went to another party (of course I didn't drive-whatever) at the lightweight's house, for more drinking and hanging out. Everyone was in a great mood; enough for some hands to be held, come-ons to be made, and green flags to be thrown- but no feelings hurt because it was no one's fault and one smile belonged to just one person, only=). Later, we brought lawn chairs outside and drank in the parking lot for more good times.
I wish my numero-uno-galpal made it=). Her willingness to meet new people really made me happy. But she is Miss Popular (duh!-she's so hot), and, not surprisingly, had another party to attend to first. She almost made both-hell, I wish I did. Party all the time!
My weekends are more fulfilling now, than ever. There are a lot of birthdays in August. Parents need to keep that coming-year round if they can help it=) Bang! Bang! Bang!
How do you know someone like Dirty Dan? You party a lot. When you do that, you will definitely run into the bastard one way or another. Strange...it seems that every publicized party-the man is there. Last night he turned twenty.
It took us long enough to find the place, and talking to Dan and his friends was not helping any-they were already intoxicated. I had busted at least 10 U-ies. Luckily, one of Dan's friends was still in his right mind and beat Mapquest to pulp. Before getting there, we had stopped to get booze at the nearby 711, where I held a conversation with an odd stranger over milk allergies and sinus problems...interesting. The fella was conversing with the clerk beforehand, and then I came, talked with me forever, and went back to the clerk.
He must've been lonely or something.
We finally got there.
There's nothing cooler than a party with a lot of social friendly people and a keg. My two friends and I got there, knowing hardly anyone. So we did what we usually do-guarded the keg (and drank from it constantly, of course.) There was this chick there who had drank one too many, and was giving us a show of her best regurgitation. Fantastic. Eventually, we started migrating around, checking out the scenery and all the people. The place was decorated with chalk banners and signs, all reading random obscenities about Dan. People were scattered about. I met an Italian that didn't know what a Cannoli was, a football player, a man who can do the "Beyonce Booty Bump" (he, totally, tried to teach me), a dude named Drunk, another Dustin who made me "Tap Tap" my chair, Dirk Diggler (looked like Josh Hartnett to me), a gal with the best blouse, and a brave lightweight drinker-who dared to take vodka shots with me and the football player (pfft!) There was a slue of other people there too.
Also that evening, in their neighborhood, was another "Bro Party" a block away. We were about to gather ourselves into a mob and trash it, until we heard wind of neighbor complaints...some folks went anyway; some went for beer, Dan went to talk trash. lol
So much fun, so much drinkin- my friend even busted a fucking keg stand! That was funny and he held the winning title for Longest Keg Stand-what a Reet=) Need I tell you who he is? Psh...Take a wild guess.
Then we went to another party (of course I didn't drive-whatever) at the lightweight's house, for more drinking and hanging out. Everyone was in a great mood; enough for some hands to be held, come-ons to be made, and green flags to be thrown- but no feelings hurt because it was no one's fault and one smile belonged to just one person, only=). Later, we brought lawn chairs outside and drank in the parking lot for more good times.
I wish my numero-uno-galpal made it=). Her willingness to meet new people really made me happy. But she is Miss Popular (duh!-she's so hot), and, not surprisingly, had another party to attend to first. She almost made both-hell, I wish I did. Party all the time!
My weekends are more fulfilling now, than ever. There are a lot of birthdays in August. Parents need to keep that coming-year round if they can help it=) Bang! Bang! Bang!
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