I’m blogging from Kris and Pulao’s house. It’s the middle of an insane party. All the 12apostrophes bloggers are here. (Apparently the India crowd’s plane was delayed). Things started out tame but it’s getting more interesting. Last I looked, people are in the living room doing gigantic whiskey bongs. Michael is in charge of that. In the red room, people are fighting over the Wii. I gave up because I can’t return a serve or putt. Since I left, the paint on the wall was chipped, at least one person drew blood, and Daniel fell in love.
Let’s see what’s happening in the kitchen… Wow, I really wish the India crowd were here. It’s out of control, and yet, it all feels right. Matt’s arm wrestling for a Netflix certificate. Duodecad is break dancing. Pulao has taken off her shirt and Kris is threatening to take off his pants. The night is still young.
2 Responses to Party Report
I just have to say, most of that is not even true.
But I did have a great time, even with my pants on. Thanks for coming dbay, and thanks for the liveblogger action!
u did too take off your pants. just don’t remember it. best party ever.