Oh my, I am tired.
I am sitting in my new lawn chair in my room, typing away, after the Beach Party and Colinfest, and I remember why I hate parties so much. I enjoyed it last weekend, going around and talking to sane people. But tonight, it ruined for me again, especially throwing one of our own.
There was this loud drunk who kept on falling over, who was just a complete disgrace to humanity. In fact, the three high school girls moving throughout the party were just equally sketch. There were some parts of the night that made me smile, however. Seeing Chris and Alex. Pug and I matching clothing. Prathap and his lady friend stopping by. Z Boys/ DC people. Anita and Katie were here for like 3 minutes. Luke, SBF, Peter, Jake, and Will came by for a little and were, as always entertaining. Now that I think about it more, it was not a complete bust. It just wasn't as great as the last one we threw. I think it has to do with moving up a peg in the responisibility ladder of the house.
"how would you like it if I made fun of you when you were drunk?" "That's the thing, i wouldn't be. I don't drink. And if I ever were, then you could. People need to know their limits, and when they pass them, that's it." That's my feeling R. Kesh. If you're going to go out and get drunk, you've gone beyond your limits and you've failed.