Ok. The first one taken place was actually thrown this recent Saturday, but it wasn't under my charge believe it or not. Rachel, my sis-in-law, threw it! That's right! The gal who never comes out to party is on a partying roll. Also, Joe controlled the Kareoke where he sang some good 'Ol Blue Eyes tunes. They stayed out the entire night--where if you can't tell by context, is something that they never, ever, have done.
She threw a graduation party from 5pm to 12am (early end but some things aren't meant to change. haha) We had the grill out cooking: burgers, steak, Filipino food, and so much booze, I just kept taking those shots, man.
So many people were there, mostly for Rachel's sister, who is a new graduate of UC Irvine.
The party rolled similarly to how my old parties used to be. Drinking games (Kings), Hookah, Cigs, Karaoke, Guitar Hero (=P), Justin DJing punk and rock'n roll as dancing and bed-moshing went on in my room--craziness over the everflowing Booze. (Vodkas, beers, Taquillas, Champagnes...so on.) Single shots, double shots, Waterfalls...you know.
I've come to this observation, however, college kids cannot hold their liquor as there are 6 puddles of filipino puke in my backyard. (Justin and I went on a scavenger hunt for them the next morning.) Haha! Rachel's bathroom, that's right it was open folks, smelled of stomach bile on the floor the next day.
Reminiscent of a party of long ago, my hookah ended up broken...it was a sign of the old good-times having returned.
It wasn't my place to have my friends, but Mac obviously was there, and for his sake-Justin was also there.
Still, my name was reinvented to Marsha, and the Lady of the Day was named Dr. Lizzy where we tackled the night arm in arm.
There was drama, there were tears, there was sexual tensions all over the place- and for a very brief (but intense moment) there were parents...yes, there were parents. That actually was the time when the entire moral of the affair seemed to go downhill and where thrashing in my room to the music of our recent youth, began.
Oh man.
Next up, Joe's leaving the Navy party. Oh, sweet, Jeebus.
She threw a graduation party from 5pm to 12am (early end but some things aren't meant to change. haha) We had the grill out cooking: burgers, steak, Filipino food, and so much booze, I just kept taking those shots, man.
So many people were there, mostly for Rachel's sister, who is a new graduate of UC Irvine.
The party rolled similarly to how my old parties used to be. Drinking games (Kings), Hookah, Cigs, Karaoke, Guitar Hero (=P), Justin DJing punk and rock'n roll as dancing and bed-moshing went on in my room--craziness over the everflowing Booze. (Vodkas, beers, Taquillas, Champagnes...so on.) Single shots, double shots, Waterfalls...you know.
I've come to this observation, however, college kids cannot hold their liquor as there are 6 puddles of filipino puke in my backyard. (Justin and I went on a scavenger hunt for them the next morning.) Haha! Rachel's bathroom, that's right it was open folks, smelled of stomach bile on the floor the next day.
Reminiscent of a party of long ago, my hookah ended up broken...it was a sign of the old good-times having returned.
It wasn't my place to have my friends, but Mac obviously was there, and for his sake-Justin was also there.
Still, my name was reinvented to Marsha, and the Lady of the Day was named Dr. Lizzy where we tackled the night arm in arm.
There was drama, there were tears, there was sexual tensions all over the place- and for a very brief (but intense moment) there were parents...yes, there were parents. That actually was the time when the entire moral of the affair seemed to go downhill and where thrashing in my room to the music of our recent youth, began.
Oh man.
Next up, Joe's leaving the Navy party. Oh, sweet, Jeebus.
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