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Describe the craziest party you've ever been to. What happened? Who was there? Why do you think it was so nuts? Can you plan for a wild and crazy party? Why or why not?
The craziest party I've ever been to would have to be my friend Nick's (Nick is easily the most evil man I've ever met. Also the most brilliant) twenty-first birthday party, held a few days before he took his vows to become postulant (a sort of priest-in-training, I think. He has all the rules of a priest but no collar).
What made it nuts? There were about 100 people there, coming in and out all the time. The house it was held in was a really cool house in the projects of Nashville. It was all crumbly and falling apart, and there was a toilet in the front yard (yes, it did get used often that night). So the surroundings were fun. Also, the house drink was made mostly of kool-aid and Gem Clear, the 190 proof Everclear knockoff brand. You know, the stuff that says right on the bottle "do not consume". You can feel it killing parts of your brain just smelling it. A few liters of that and one or two gallons of koolaid and you have a potent drink. Aside from that, the party was attened by mostly attractive people. Most of them all worked at the same restaraunts, so the drama was everywhere.
Aside from our nasty drink, there were drugs of all kinds present. One of the owners of the house was making Special K in the kitchen and giving away bumps. Meth was everywhere. The house was full of pot. At least three people including myself were selling acid there, and the bathroom counter had spilled coke all over it. A couple local crackheads wandered in, wondering what all the ruckus was about.
So there I am, tripping off acid and having a lot of fun, when a cook sits next to me and says "If it ain't broke...it can't be fixed." Then he got up and ran out the door. Not two seconds later my friend Nick comes up to me giggling and reveals that he has forgotten how to hear. I figure sign language is the best way to go in this situation and throw him a thumbs up. He wanders off, still giggling, into the World's Most Poorly-Designed Hallway (no lie, this hallway is like twenty-five to thirty feet long but only two feet wide. What sort of masochistic arcitecht would design such a hallway? Halfway through it you are struck with a desire to kill whomever you find at the other side, just because you've had to walk thirty feet sideways down a tiny-ass hallway).
That night, I managed to figure out the secrets of the universe and decided that the Real World is a lot more fun if you pretend one of the stars of the show is a ninja. Also, I somehow lost a pair of pants.
All in all, it was a wild and crazy party. Simply magnificent. But I can't tell you why exactly. It may have something to do with the fact that despite all the drama and the booze and the drugs, no one had any reason to use the tazer on the living room table. The general feeling in the house was one of peace and brotherhood.
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