Memo: Parties
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e_clareNew House Rules for Silver Street Parties
1. Puking in the house is strictly forbidden.
1a. As is bleeding.
2. Drinks are to be mixed in a shaker or directly in the glass -- no buckets.
3. Sleeping arrangements will be determined before the guest(s) arrive, especially if they're coming from off-campus.
3a. With one or two contingency spots reserved for friends who over-indulge.
4. Beer pong facilities will not be provided.
5. If Public Safety is called, underage guests will relocate to a non-alcoholic party zone in the other apartment.
6. Off-limits beverages should be kept out of sight, ideally in a cupboard or closet; leaving them in the other, open apartment is not enough.
All our good party karma -- accumulated from the happy, successful events we've had every weekend for the past 4 weeks -- went to shit on Friday. The College Dems' "Campaign Gin Bucket" party started out all right, but ended with blood, tears, vomit, and Public Safety threatening to handcuff my roommate.
Yeah. Go parties!
Let me preface this by saying that I personally knew maybe 10 people of the 60-some who came through my house on Friday night. It's cool -- it wasn't really my party, after all, it was for the Dems, and Dem N's upcoming birthday. I like having people over, I've liked most people I've met at parties at my house so far this year. Even though I feel like we're done with the party scene for this semester, the festivities will definitely pick up again in the spring. Then, there will be less alcohol, more snacks (and water), fewer people we don't know, and more happy socializing and dancing.
I missed much of the excitement -- including the blood, and Public Safety -- because I spent an hour and a half helping a drunken sophomore sober up and calm down. She was a sweetie, and it meant I didn't deal with the rest, but jaysus. How did I end up hosting the kind of party that I usually avoid attending?
My personal party philosophy is like this: The purpose of the party is to hang out with friends, and maybe meet new people. Alcohol may be a means to this end, in some situations, but alcohol and drunkenness are not the goal. Before I started drinking, my justification was always that I just didn't see what could be fun about being drunk. My opinion has changed, a bit -- it is fun, I'll admit it -- but there's also a point where it stops being fun. Getting to that point as fast as possible isn't fun, either. In fact, it's the opposite of fun, because nothing ruins a party for everyone else like watching a girl puke into a grocery bag...and then watching several other people do the same. *sigh*
Anyway, in other news: I need to keep reading, but I'm caught up on Ulysses after two weeks of being seriously behind. I am proud. And this week, I get to start writing the thesis. Woo-hoo!
1. Puking in the house is strictly forbidden.
1a. As is bleeding.
2. Drinks are to be mixed in a shaker or directly in the glass -- no buckets.
3. Sleeping arrangements will be determined before the guest(s) arrive, especially if they're coming from off-campus.
3a. With one or two contingency spots reserved for friends who over-indulge.
4. Beer pong facilities will not be provided.
5. If Public Safety is called, underage guests will relocate to a non-alcoholic party zone in the other apartment.
6. Off-limits beverages should be kept out of sight, ideally in a cupboard or closet; leaving them in the other, open apartment is not enough.
All our good party karma -- accumulated from the happy, successful events we've had every weekend for the past 4 weeks -- went to shit on Friday. The College Dems' "Campaign Gin Bucket" party started out all right, but ended with blood, tears, vomit, and Public Safety threatening to handcuff my roommate.
Yeah. Go parties!
Let me preface this by saying that I personally knew maybe 10 people of the 60-some who came through my house on Friday night. It's cool -- it wasn't really my party, after all, it was for the Dems, and Dem N's upcoming birthday. I like having people over, I've liked most people I've met at parties at my house so far this year. Even though I feel like we're done with the party scene for this semester, the festivities will definitely pick up again in the spring. Then, there will be less alcohol, more snacks (and water), fewer people we don't know, and more happy socializing and dancing.
I missed much of the excitement -- including the blood, and Public Safety -- because I spent an hour and a half helping a drunken sophomore sober up and calm down. She was a sweetie, and it meant I didn't deal with the rest, but jaysus. How did I end up hosting the kind of party that I usually avoid attending?
My personal party philosophy is like this: The purpose of the party is to hang out with friends, and maybe meet new people. Alcohol may be a means to this end, in some situations, but alcohol and drunkenness are not the goal. Before I started drinking, my justification was always that I just didn't see what could be fun about being drunk. My opinion has changed, a bit -- it is fun, I'll admit it -- but there's also a point where it stops being fun. Getting to that point as fast as possible isn't fun, either. In fact, it's the opposite of fun, because nothing ruins a party for everyone else like watching a girl puke into a grocery bag...and then watching several other people do the same. *sigh*
Anyway, in other news: I need to keep reading, but I'm caught up on Ulysses after two weeks of being seriously behind. I am proud. And this week, I get to start writing the thesis. Woo-hoo!
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Date: 2005-11-13 08:19 pm (UTC)(I walked home alone in the cold...because EMTs were there and I was tired...and I didn't get to say goodbye to you cause you had disappeared with drunken girl...)
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Date: 2005-11-13 09:38 pm (UTC)I think he then told her to go inside, but she was trying to be responsible and stay and see that the firstie was okay...so he said something about if she didn't leave, he'd hand-cuff her. Kloss: "Is that a threat?" Officer: "That's not a threat: it's a promise."
Yeah.
(I'm sorry you had to walk home alone, and that I missed your leaving. Next party will be better, I promise.)
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Date: 2005-11-14 04:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-14 05:00 am (UTC)hi!
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Date: 2005-11-14 03:45 pm (UTC)