what a wonderful party, what a memorable night...

here's what i remember:

when people started to show up i was working on my pre-party hydration. weird how you can be completely sober and people say, "uh oh, on water already?" well, no, i haven't started drinking yet.

and then i started drinking. and the merry-making was good. music and more people. mike paraphrased 'snakes on a plane': if the cops show up, this party's going down faster than a thai prostitute...

the party kept building, people kept showing--awesome. somewhere around 11 i took a shot per connor's request that i be loaded for the puppet show. not quite loaded, but warm and/or fuzzy on the inside! the puppet show went surprisingly well. ben, kc and connor did the action, darren taped the shenanigans, and i was tasked with pressing play and swaying with the closing music: 'we are the world'. it was a cathartic release to the times the puppet show symbolized: jen's getting knocked out of commission by three foul aneurisms and the process of getting them taken care of. that was what we were celebrating, though i thought it was cool that it fell on the fall equinox.

we are the world. we are the children. we are the ones who make a better day, so let's start givin'.

the party continued. the denoumah (damn, how's that spelled???). on the plus side, i think i know of a girl who digs me. the negative side, i got tongue-tied when i made that realization. the other plus side, i don't think that's the last i'll see of her. so yeah, everything's coming up milhouse!

that's about it. no wait, there's more: i broke one of our lawn chairs. i went to sit down and it was slightly inclined. it started to lean back, hit the fence, and broke so i could continue my fall. me and my fat ass! then, of course, i'm laying there like a turtle on his back and there was a delay in the reaction... it took awhile to get the help i needed to get back to upright. hi-larious.

that's about that. i awoke today to a messy house. we cleaned up, jen made some grub, i found out that connor lost his cookies at some point in the evening, and now i'm starting to think about dinner. i think the time-stamp is still on mountain time, but it's 9:30.

and the saga continues...