Last night was filled with debauchery, fueled by this. Frank, David, and Dawn drunkenly attempted to make goulash, with the sober assistance of Jake. David progressed from being a flasher to walking around completely naked. People played Super Mario 3.
As the party wound down, I agreed to go to Casa Bianca, one of the few drunk tanks that pose as restaurants after bar time. It was pretty packed, and a few people voiced their disapproval of their pizza. So we went to Qdoba instead. That was horrible. I had never been there at bar time. Picture a room packed with drunk people who just left a noisy bar. Now picture all of them trying to talk at once. Did I say talk? I meant yell. Easily one of the scariest moments I've had in a while.
Now, today was supposed to be the Party in the Park, and the Farmer's Market starts. But alas, it is rainy outside. Cold. WSUM told all the bands not to play, and all there is now is a single DJ tent. I might go to the Farmer's Market.
I have to clean up my apartment today because Sammy and a friend are coming to visit tonight. I hope she doesn't turn my apartment into some sort of Raver Bed and Breakfast, though, as she stated that more and more of her friends want to come. Seriously, all they want is a floor to sleep on. Yeah, well, I'd prefer not to have increasing numbers of people that I either don't know or barely know having access to my apartment, especially since I won't be home the whole time.
On a final note, this made me giggle.
