Friday Night Lights
Drinks, women, and christmas lights: we're not talking about your christmas morning when all you really wanted was a shiney new hotwheels playset but actually recieved a Mr. Coffee. We're talking about the party on Friday night.
A week before people were expected, the attic was turned into a "lounge" with the addition of Christmas lights and beer pong tables. It took our housemate 3 days in the post post-christmas sale world to come up with enough lights. He then braved fiberglass insulation and an old bird's nest.
We had two kegs and 15 liters of hard alcohol. [well, some of that alcohol was brought to the party by friendly folks wanting to make a good impression; or by some folks, as it turns out, who wanted to prove how Jersey they were and brought "Bottled in Edison, NJ"]. We served wine. There were chips. It was a party.
One guest was dumb enough to park in our driveway over the sidewalk. This is a no-no, and you should know that. The police spent five minutes in front of the house writing a ticket for the car. He then asked us, in a friendly capacity, to keep it down, just so no one would complain. Of course, no one was going to complain, since our neighbors all fear deportation.
A week before people were expected, the attic was turned into a "lounge" with the addition of Christmas lights and beer pong tables. It took our housemate 3 days in the post post-christmas sale world to come up with enough lights. He then braved fiberglass insulation and an old bird's nest.
We had two kegs and 15 liters of hard alcohol. [well, some of that alcohol was brought to the party by friendly folks wanting to make a good impression; or by some folks, as it turns out, who wanted to prove how Jersey they were and brought "Bottled in Edison, NJ"]. We served wine. There were chips. It was a party.
One guest was dumb enough to park in our driveway over the sidewalk. This is a no-no, and you should know that. The police spent five minutes in front of the house writing a ticket for the car. He then asked us, in a friendly capacity, to keep it down, just so no one would complain. Of course, no one was going to complain, since our neighbors all fear deportation.
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