Certain people have their priorities right and know how to throw a party. On Friday, 'Hawk had a kegger at the Minnesota house in celebration of his 32nd birthday. Excellent party. A fair amount of people (dudes AND women) there, but not so crowded it was a hassle. Time seemed to go by very quickly for me, and I had two beers before the keg floated. A jar went around for donations and a beer run was made.
It was a straight up dance party...with lots of Motown and 60s souls on the playlist. I was still dancing at 4am, then abruptly left and drove home to pass out.
At one point in the evening, the fire dept showed up. Through the front door, I could see red and blue flashing, and I thought, "Oh, shit. The cops." But it was two firetrucks. Apparently, the ADT security system had gone off because between everyone smoking in the house and the fog machine, the air was not very clear and the nearest fire station was notified. When the firemen showed up, they did a quick walk through to make sure nothing was literally on fire. We had to open all the windows and the front door. They had a huge fan to provide some circulation. After several minutes, they were on their way, and the party resumed (although it never really stopped just because they were there. We were all still dancing in the front room) without the fog machine this time.
I was fairly hungover on Saturday, although my flu/cold seemed to have been over with. I guess I really did just need to kill it off with more booze. However, my car, my clothes, my hair, my bed sheets, my jacket and purse, were just permeated with cigarette smoke. I showered and shampooed my hair, but I could still smell smoke on me. I have my jacket and purse airing out in the garage. My sinuses are pretty pissed. I should probably use the neti-pot on them.
Went to Lemongrass with Karen before we went to the Turner's Hall on Gravios for a trivia event. I was soooo tired, but the evening was nice. We came in third place, which is awesome, except purse was only for first and second this time! The first two rounds were brutally hard, and I admit I felt defeated, like, "Oh, shit. This is going to be a rough outing." But then things turned around for us in the final eight rounds.
Matthew sent me a text. He was at a show and fubar and asked me if I was going to be coming to the show, too, and to bring him something to help him stay awake. I was pretty sure I wasn't going to the show. I know it was a fun time, but I have no problem with no going to it. Between the shows last weekend and the party on Friday, I'm content with the amount of fun that has been had.
And possible road trip again this coming weekend.
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