- While dancing I dipped you and then promptly fell over (ladies, you know who you are).
- I slapped you on the ass really really hard (guys, you know who you are).
- I picked you up over my shoulder and possibly fell down (this one applies to the ladies and the gents).
Strangely this morning my kitchen smelled like puke, and my bathroom smelled fine. A little surprising considering that I think someone may have taken full advantage of my toilet, if you know what I mean. Also, melted marshmallow peeps are really hard to clean up. I think you have to get them as soon as they spill or you're pretty much toast.
I felt like a good number of people came. Not too many that I felt like an unpopular chump, but not so many that people were spilling out into the lobby. I really didn't want that just because I was already worried about disturbing my neighbors. Speaking of which...
This morning I found the following note attached to my mailbox, written on a slip of paper sponsored by Nexium (esomeprazole magnesium):
Next time you party so loud I will call the cops!
I'll be putting in a complaint to bldg. mgt.
Okay, so that kinda sucked. But at least the cops weren't called, and I'm not having any more parties probably until I move somewhere else so I think this is an acceptable level of damage for one night.
Finally, I was really happy that people brought their friends. There were even a few people who came just because they heard about it, which was great. I myself am the consumate party crasher, so it was great to see some folks returning the favor! (Note the total lack of sarcasm in the previous statement. And this one.) Cheers you good people of Pittsburgh and delicious rum! Jeers to hangovers, spilled drinks and broken lightbulbs! ;-)