so not once. NOT ONCE did i use the bathroom in the frat house. of this fact i am inordinately pleased. you have no idea. even though admittedly brian did clean the bathroom like a mofo and it looked hella better than the other time i spent time in the fratty frat, but still. frat pisser. not something i wanted to step into willingly. possibly now you are asking, “well michele if you didn’t use the bathroom, where did you go?” but the thing is see that i didn’t go at all. which comes, i think, from not drinking anything. and that is probably enough information about the michele bowel movements.
that party was really fun! i was kind of surprised honestly. considering how irritated i was both before the party and then at the beginning of the party with all the fucking wierdos that were there. but then things evened out. and i was like, hey naked hippies, all right. how ya doing, you goth people? ah, people with no fashion sense, what’s up? it was like a bizarre mix that actually worked due in large part, perhaps, to the complete non-intermingling of groups. fascinating.
i actually took a shitload of pictures. but not with a digital camera, (gene), so i can’t send them for eloise. and i am not at home (more sad for me) so i can’t scan the ones i did take yet. but i will. oh yes. and then you can all see them. whether they are on eloise or here or both or something.
speaking of me being not at home. being at work FUCKING SUCKS. not only am i a)sick but b)i left marina at home alone and c)i’m tired! whine whine! shiiiiiit. and i have to be here tomorrow too?! suckity SUCKING.
heh. bah.
brian: thank you soooo SOOOOO much for letting us have the party there! you are so great! and i cannot believe i forgot to ask yesterday when i talked to you if you needed help cleaning up. i hope it wasn’t too messy and everything was fine and umm yeah.
and thanks to gene too for the bonfire idea, which was fucking super sweet. and handling the music and making sure things ran smoothly. thank you thank you!
and thank you to everbody else for drinking the noxiousness and eating the fruit. in one fell swoop i cut my liquor collection in half there. hell yeah. good on me.
oh and thank you to erica, marina, kim, nuala, kristen, brian, and jason who i kissed at midnight because in one feel swoop you increased my kissing experience (able to count on one finger) by 7 (able to count on two hands!). even though, yeah it didn’t really count. and doesn’t seriously make me eligible for the incest court. which is fine since i worked really hard at never getting on that thing in high school and wouldn’t particularly want to slip up now. =P
I intermingled!
which was ironic, since i found that mainly i wanted to be with you guys after midnight. by then i had talked to all the other people that i wanted and i wanted to be with you. sadly this was not possible. but i’m glad everyone seemed to be having fun. and ktv’s friends i found were pretty damn entertaining once i talked to them. they were so enthusiastic. sean pointed out that 90% of the time they would be a fabulous time, if it weren’t for the 10% that you would have to spend getting naked on the roof or stealing stuff for Anarchy. sigh. i am a coward.
dood that totally counted. you are on the court with the rest of us now. deal with it. mwah ha ha!
no incest court! i punch you in the nose! the NOSE!
i liked the guy with the blanket cape and the hubcap.
i forgot to write about the bacon. soooo along at sayyyy 2:15am. dustin apparently decided to cook some bacon. now, i don’t know where they found the bacon. or why they decided to filch a whole bunch of frat bacon, but i came downstairs and there was sean and dustin with a huge pan of greasy burned bacon, randomly flipping and stirring and kind of limp strands of crispy burned resolutely clinging to the drunken ministrations of the spatula. sean all the while moaning piteously, “i’ve never cooked bacon before! i don’t know how to cook bacon!’ and then dustin left him alone with the bacon and his fear and concern over bacon maltreatment escalated exponentially. i had to take the pan away from him and steer him away from the stove and his horrendously burned bacon. at which point brian, kim, and marina (? maybe nuala), descended on the pan and scavenged like hungry wolves. there was some syrup accidents even. which thankfully mostly occured on a plate. sean returned to discover that all the greasy pig fat was gone and looked close to tears. all in all, an eventful time for 2:30am.
That was so my pleasure. Really! I wasn’t even involved in the cleanup much, seeing as it occurred whilst I was working at Venus the next morning. Gene and Kristen are such sweethearts.
Thank you guys all for coming, giving me a chance to have my symbolic Torching of the Bear, naked people on my deck, and mass sex in my bed. We must do it again.
I need lots of pictures from everyone in whatever form you want to give them to me in. The Sigma Nude sign is going to be on our fraternity webpage, most likely.
Thanks for the bacon Sean!!