Now that that's done...story time! So Friday was the big party and it did not disappoint. We had a blast, the gays and straights mixed well together, and everyone (sans DD) left trashed and in a great mood. I started drinking around 7 when we were finishing the prep work, and people arrived around 8...at one point you could barely move in the house it was so packed. The first wave of people left around 12, the second wave left around 2:30 and then there were about 15 people left. We had already played Apples To Apples (which is way better drunk than sober) when some sober genius decided we should play Cranium...that didn't happen. Clearly, if 6 of the 8 people playing have never played the game before, it's not going to work when we are 8 sheets to the wind. (I know the phrase is 3 sheets, but we were way past that.) We got the board out, rolled the dice and didn't know what to do [duh] and then decided to play Clue. Let me just say, drunken Clue is awesome...every character got a different name and a background story (i.e. Madame Scarlet who owns the brothel down the street, Dr. Peacock with her feathers in a ruffle cuz someone stole her sh*t, Rev. Green who was avoiding the drunken debauchery-the only sober player in the game, General Poupon who was trying to score with the maid, etc.) OBVIOUSLY Rev. Green won, because the drunken strategy we used went something like this, "I'm in the dining room with General Poupon cuz I'm hungry. I'm bringing him because obviously he eats and would know what is good here, and we're bringing the knife cuz we'll need to cut the food." At about 3:30 there were 4 people still awake and drinking-me [duh] one of my best friends K, my roommate's boyfriend J and his friend from college M. We played Go F*cking Fish for a while, which then turned into Go F*ck Yourself with a Fish. Around 4 there were 3 people still awake and drinking-me [duh again] K and M and we played Bitch War is not a game! (i.e. War but slamming your hand on the table as hard as you can with each card....yeah) until our hands were throbbing and drunken-serious-talk started. Finally we crashed a little after 5.
Also, I realized something about my best friend K and me that night, I am her "safety flirt" because the more she drinks, the more she flirts, the more touchy-feely she is, and the dirtier she gets-which ultimately is why we are friends. This would be fine if her boyfriend if 4 years was there, but he had to work. So when he isn't around (and sometimes when he is) we get started in our own world of drunken inappropriateness. Which is fun for us, and I guess entertaining for anyone else who is awake/around (M seemed to enjoy the banter and discussion about how if she was brunette she would be my type, what her type would be if she was a lesbian, good versus bad porn, who among our friends she would make out with, etc.)
So those of you who read to the end, if you were do the math...I got up at 5:30 Friday morning, worked all day, started drinking at 7 and stopped at 5 am Saturday morning...so yes, Holy Hangover (side note: Emitrol is a gift from the pharmaceutical gods-it gets rid of nausea instantly so you can eat again) I only do this once a year and it was totally worth it, I wish you my peoples could have been here!