our bangin' party

The day of the party finally came and I was too exhausted to drink and dance and change my clothes even though I had been looking forward to it for 6 days. I wished I could cancel it all together. When we did finally get things in order and our costumes were on and I was midway through a pumpkin spice soy latte, I was ready. I felt like a completely different person and looked like it too. It is kind of sad that I was a much cooler person that night than I am on a normal, ordinary day. I had a feeling he thinks I should wear makeup all the time.

I loved every second of the night. I loved how so many people came on time and I loved that every time I went in my room to check on Lily she was sitting by the door and looking at me like, "why can't I play?" "Lily, it is not a good atmosphere for kitties - trust me when I say you would not enjoy yourself." I love that there was a toddler there and his parents actually let drunk me in 4 inch platform heels pick him up. I love that so many people danced and that I spent the majority of the time dancing. I love that Howie was a rooster and that Dale actually came even though they said he wouldn't. I love that he is also vegan and that I have known him so long without even knowing he is vegan. I loved that he was so into his costume an hour and a half before the party even started. I love how she is always on my side and how she noticed things going on and would give me reports. I loved that she let me do her hair and that it turned out so 70s and cool. I loved that there was a guy passed out in the hallway the entire night. I loved how I guessed his costume on the first try. I loved that there were so many costumes and that I hated most of the music but it did not stop me. I love that she came and complained so much. I really enjoy listening to her complaints because they are always amusing and she generally always has a good point. I love how most of what I know about the party, someone else told me. I love that the cop was kind of stern and that there are always three of them and that he said, "OH NO!" when I asked if he would arrest me if I did not stop making so much noise. I love that when he said "we're going to go inside and shut all the windows and doors, turn down the music and tell everyone to try to keep it down" I thought he was following me. I love that she came even though she had three reasons why she did not want to. I love that she let me cut her dress that short. I loved how there were so many people there that I didn't know and when I asked her who they were she did not know either. I love that the dry ice guy was there and that he most likely did not even recognize me even though I did not realize that at the time. I love that we bought 7L of vodka and not a drop was left by the end of the night. I love that 8 people who said they couldn't make the party ended up coming anyway. I love that there was fruit floating in the punch and that at every party we accumulate a little more tecate and now it occupies the entire bottom shelf of the fridge. I love that I drank just enough and did not mix liquors. I loved that she came in a costume and drank and danced. I loved how at the end of the night my feet were sticking to the carpet and there were beer bottles and red cups everywhere! I loved how she becomes a mute when she drinks and last night she got drunk and could not shut up. I loved how he made a joke everytime the picture with him came on. I loved seeing those pictures and not even knowing that it had happened or not remembering being right there. I love how I blistered my finger on the black light and then he touched it anyway. I loved practically everything about that night but I think there will be no more parties at our house. Can we come to yours?

I wonder what he is going to do with my name.

Peace out home free.