Saturday, March 10, 2007

Rum Partay!

Well the party last night went, in my own opinion, very well. So like any good party, I must get the apologies out of the way first.

Sorry if:

  1. While dancing I dipped you and then promptly fell over (ladies, you know who you are).
  2. I slapped you on the ass really really hard (guys, you know who you are).
  3. I picked you up over my shoulder and possibly fell down (this one applies to the ladies and the gents).
Other than that, I had a great time. I did feel a little bit like kid show-business, because I was constantly interrupting people mid-way through a sentence so that I could answer my phone and go get the door. I found out later (this morning) that I could actually keep my door unlocked. I didn't get to talk to everyone as much as I would have liked, but I think the Mai Thais more than made up for it.

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! ;-)


  1. Definitely an awesome party -- there was a great mix of people
    I already knew and people I didn't. I spent most of today recovering, and I even left early :-). Sucks about your neighbor though. People should just accept that there will be loud parties in apartment buildings on Friday and Saturday nights.

  2. Excellent party. You did a fine job-- next time you want to have a party just invite the neighbors too. That tends to take care of it. :)

  3. I'm kinda with you on this one, but the last apartment building I lived in was actually just full of college students, so I'm not totally sure that I have my bearings straight yet in the adult world.

    Also, yes, major hangover today. But it was a hangover I could be proud of!

  4. Good point.
    Yeah I've pretty much narrowed it down to the one apartment that touches mine as the most likely complainers. Next time I'll hand-deliver an invitation. Actually I've also heard of people warning their neighbors that they were going to be having a party. That might have been a good idea too, but it's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission, right?

  5. Invite the cops too!

  6. no worries! It was a great party and it was nice to see a mix of folks there.

    I tried to soak the peeps dish, but I guess it wasn't enough.

  7. Hey it's all good. I was mostly joking about the peeps anyway. By this point my apartment is basically back to its pre-party state! No more peep guts!

    Thanks for staying until the bitter end, BTW. I think by that point I was officially out of control. ;-)

  8. Yeah, I'm debating what to do about my downstairs neighbors for next weekend. There should be less drinking going on, but there may be up to 30 people. They're really nice folks, so it would seem like the right thing to do to warn them and bribe them with baked goods, if not invite them.

  9. Awwwwesome!
    I remember at some point someone was asking me what was going on in the kitchen (this was before I knew they were peeps being microwaved) and I told them that people were making volcanoes of the 8th grade science project variety. I still think that is a pretty apt description.