Duuuuude I got soooooo wasted this weekend....

If I never hear that phrase uttered again by some brainless frat boy sitting behind me in class I could die happy....but I did get wasted this weekend, and it is a pretty good story, so I'm gonna go ahead and tell you guys about it (You guys? Who am I talking to? WHATEVER). Soooo, let's get this thing started. Friday, Morgan (best friend ever) came into town, which I had been looking forward to for a while. Friday night we ended up just staying in, which doesn't sound like much fun, but had you been there you would have gotten it. Or maybe not--that was the debate of the night, which of our friends would get it and which wouldn't. This is vague and pretty uninteresting unless you know what I'm talking about, so I'll move on. Saturday night was Jaclyn's big 21st birthday bash at our apartment, which ended up being totally crazy. People sort of trickled in, but by the time the party got really underway I, Monica, Jaclyn, Lindsay and Morgan were all wasted already. By 1am or so our apartment was practically bursting with people, the drinks were flowing and the fun really began. Oh, I forgot to mention that it was a costume party, which just made it all the more fun....the prize for best costume in my opinion either goes to John, who was a French maid (complete with nappy wig, lacy thigh highs, and unnecessarily long eyelashes) or Owen, who was Quailman (remember Doug, the cartoon? He even wore his whitey-tighties outside his pants, tee hee!). The prize for most inappropriate costume goes to Ellis, who was AIDS (don't ask) and the prize for most historically accurate costume goes to Terah and her boyfriend, who were the Rosenbergs. I was Carmen Miranda (AKA the Chiquita banana lady) and boy did I look retarded. Hot of course, but retarded. A pile of fruit on the head doesn't exactly scream class and sophistication. Probably the weirdest occurrence of the whole night was when Ellis decided it would be a good idea to drag John in his French maid get-up all the way down to Far West (a few blocks down from my apartment) in the middle of the party to try and see if he could prostitute him out. John was none too thrilled by the idea but went along with it for some time, until he got sick of it and drunkenly started running back to the apartment. On his way he fell off the sidewalk and slammed into the street, badly scraping up his face, knees and shoulder. Ellis came in and asked for some alcohol for John, to which I replied that there was a bucket full of trashcan punch in the kitchen. He meant rubbing alcohol, obviously. Doh. The morning after was almost as much fun as the party, minus the massive clean up. I love waking up when people sleep over after a party, and everyone is still drunk and just acting silly. Jaclyn, John, Morgan, Monica, and Owen were all here and as we cleaned I laughed and laughed about everything. However, it was the messiest scene I've ever witnessed, I think our apartment could have literally qualified for federal aid. We wet-swiffered 3 times, and the floor is still sticky. Oh, I forgot to mention the fact that for the last 2 hours of the party I was violently puking...stupid jello shots. But that makes me feel like a wimp, so forget I said anything. I still had a ton of fun and it was all worth it. Yay parties!!!!