Fuck you, and the horse you rode in on.
Other than that, Friday night’s party was a blast! I packed my modest apartment with an assortment of nearly 50 friends and friends’ friends, and a pretty good time was had by everyone. Everyone except me that is.
For the first time ever, my party-throwing skills went straight to hell, and *I* was the one playing firefighter pretty early into the evening (I’m told I disappeared sometime around 10-ish).
Thanks to my incapacitation, some well-meaning friends, an angry neighbour and an overzealous rent-a-cop, the whole shebang was shut down sometime around 11:30pm.
-Scott and Riann are “bite the bag” Superstars (photoset coming soon).
-When inviting more than 4 guests over, trying to have a drink with each of them is a MISTAKE.
-Papaya & Mango salsa looks about the same going down as it does coming up.
-Mexican food before drinking = ok, Mexican food during/after drinking = deathwish.
-Even when I am drunk, I make some killer Margaritas.
So Muchos Grazias to everyone who made it out! And apologies for the debacle that was.. uh… me.
Also… I have a lot of leftover tequila… any takers? For some reason, I’m not all that interested in it.