What. The. Hell. Just. Happened?

Ahem.

What the hell happened tonight?

Seriously, I'm sitting here with Anja after a long night and wondering what exactly took place within my home within the past five hours.

200+ jello shots.
1 keg
3 batches of Hunch Punch

ALL GONE within five hours and people still showing up for more.

There is a certain code people need to abide by when going to house parties. The first and foremost being that you need to have at least two degrees to a member of the house.

"Oh! I know Steven, who is friends with Sara." Okay, totally legit.

"Umm...I'm a friend of Rob's who's girlfriend knows a girl in Sara's community sorority." Hell no, get your mooching ass out of here.

If only we had done this. If. Only.

This was definitely one of the craziest parties we've had here, but I'm mad at myself for not taking better care of who came in and who went out. At one point Joe came out on the back porch, announced "Who the fuck are all these people?!?!", and about half of the party left because they knew they had been had.

Five hours and everything was cleaned out. Unheard of in the history of Church St. Unheard of.

I still hear people out in the hallway but I refuse to deal with it anymore. Tomorrow I'm driving back home to celebrate my father's 55th birthday and I'm making sure I get enough sleep.

Highlights from tonight:
Norwegian Guy
YOSH!!!!!!! (hell yes)
Secret Squirrel venue (that happens to be right across the street from me).


What a night. I'm spent.