Ooooh, My Head...

What started out to be a simple date night with my lil' bro, Kevin, turned into a crazy night for all. It had been a crappy week and it was all I could do to agree to watch Napolean Dynamite and chill in the comfort of my own home. Although once word got out about what was going down, people started coming out of the woodwork. Apparently I was the only one who hadn't seen the movie and got chastised for it. So the crowd gathered and Carrie, Julie, Kevin, Aaron and I ate pizza, watched the movie, and began to drink up (except not Kev cuz he's underage).

First off, the movie was ridiculous. Loved it. Think Beavis and Butthead level of humor, yet not as crass. Laughed hysterically through most of it. At least I wasn't the only one.

After Kev left things started getting out of hand. I had been drinking Diet Vernor's and Captain Morgan's (my fave drink) all night and there was plenty of Skyy Vodka flowing as well. Before we knew it, we had gotten into yet another bottle of Skyy (good thing I turned my dining room into a bar) and a bottle of Hot Damn Cinnamon Schnapps. (I hate schnapps but it worked. Think Big Red.) A couple rounds of 1 part Skyy/1 part HD shots turned into several rounds of Skyy with a splash of HD. Once we finished the Hot Damn off we were Damn Hot. Time to take the party out to the patio into the ice cold night.

While one member of the soiree mysteriously disappeared into my bedroom to talk on the phone for over an hour to a stupid boy, the rest of the bunch continued to enjoy more party favors. Oil lamp burning, cool breeze blowing, great company and great comedy...fun times. So what if we all had to work at the crack of dawn the next morning? We're troopers.

The night moved, the festivities slowed and people were passing out left and right. (A slumber party!) I managed to focus enough to get everyone situated (almost) and then all I remember is lying down sprawled across my bed, someone asking me about a bar of soap, and then I woke up in the same position in the morning wanting to whip my alarm clock out the window.

Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to take on another day. I felt like the night of the living dead. Probably looked like it, too. But...well worth it.