Back back back in time!
I can't believe how long it's been since my last post. So much crap I could have put in here...and now it will fade, never to be remembered again...I'll just do what I always do, talk about meaningless crap instead.
So New Years was interesting. No need for all the logistics, just know that it ended up my brother threw a party at my house. Which is fine, we share some friends. The crowd was a little bit young...18-22ish. And it did show. I have some fantastic pictures I can't post on here. I'd say there were about a dozen kids from ivy-leagues I caught on cam taking bong rips and irish car bombs. You better believe those shots are going in the blackmail bank. Joe needs a new pair of shoes....and early retirement.
There was some wrestling, some choking, more car bombs, some theft (which was graciously rectified later), blackouts, lust, gluttony and even an arrest. I awoke to two extra bodies in my bed. For a moment I thought it was Christmas. But no, the jailhouse number on my 'recently dialed' list reminded me it was in fact, New Years.
By 8:45am we had everyone out of the house and were cooking up some breakfast over in the 'rents large, vacant kitchen. By 5:00pm Pat and I had the entire main floor spotless, even more so than before the night began. The basement? Oh...errr...haven't actually gone down there yet...yeah...I'm sure it's fine.
So New Years was interesting. No need for all the logistics, just know that it ended up my brother threw a party at my house. Which is fine, we share some friends. The crowd was a little bit young...18-22ish. And it did show. I have some fantastic pictures I can't post on here. I'd say there were about a dozen kids from ivy-leagues I caught on cam taking bong rips and irish car bombs. You better believe those shots are going in the blackmail bank. Joe needs a new pair of shoes....and early retirement.
There was some wrestling, some choking, more car bombs, some theft (which was graciously rectified later), blackouts, lust, gluttony and even an arrest. I awoke to two extra bodies in my bed. For a moment I thought it was Christmas. But no, the jailhouse number on my 'recently dialed' list reminded me it was in fact, New Years.
By 8:45am we had everyone out of the house and were cooking up some breakfast over in the 'rents large, vacant kitchen. By 5:00pm Pat and I had the entire main floor spotless, even more so than before the night began. The basement? Oh...errr...haven't actually gone down there yet...yeah...I'm sure it's fine.

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