american cheese.

thats right, i threw a kegger.

a quick shout out to everyone who came through to attend jimmy the saint’s 30th birthday party. after months of politickin’ on it, i finally put our huge ass apartment (and park-like back yard) to good use. it seems like everyone who was there had a good time, and i appreciate everyone coming out.a few things about the evening stood out for me…

off the top of my head, the “day after” was comical. after-party cleanups always end in odd discoveries. on this occasion two hilarious/shady gifts were left by some partygoers. when i woke up this morning i staggered to the fridge hoping to find an ice-cold bottle of water to soothe my hangover with. but when i opened the door i discovered that every item in the refrigerator was covered with slices of yellow american cheese. beer bottles covered with a slice of cheese. jars of pickles with cheese. there were even round lumps of cheese in the shape of a carton of eggs. just…mad cheese.

what are you trying to say…?

i’m not sure if this was supposed to be symbolic or something. i’m pretty sure this was simply the act of a mind poisoned with alcohol fueled madness. i even have a suspect *coughjaycecough* but i think i will let this indiscretion slide. i laughed, the room-mates laughed, everything turned out jolly. still… on principle: fuck you.

also, some wiseguy (maybe the same character) decided it would be funny to leave the website displayed on my room-mate’s computer as www.horsefucker.com. that was worth a laugh, too.

i guess this debauchery was to be expected. the theme of this birthday celebration was a typical college “frat party.” anyone who went to syracuse would have caught walnut park flashbacks when they checked out the backyard of our place. beer pong, flip cup, keg stands…all in effect. white kids tossing the football around and playing horseshoes in the open region that is my backyard. i even had cats emptying red plastic cups filled with tecate over the giant hot dogs and flimsy burgers on the grill. you know, for flavor. it was a scene.

we had plans for a slip-n-slide, but nobody remembered to bring it. i’m not sure anybody would have got down with that plan anyway. jess (the organizer of the party) inexplicably rolled out a kiddie pool for people to wade in. besides showtime’s dogs, i don’t think anybody gave that treat a second thought.

on the flipside, the wii was a hit. more than a few people have at that game for 5 minutes and decide that they must have one. keep a lookout for some fresh new games coming out for the wii as well… wii fit and metroid will drop this year. plus you figure there has to be a nice wii set-up in the works for madden 2008. stop bitching about the price and fork over the $350 on ebay, people.

anyway, everyone who showed up came to have a good time. there was no drama to speak of (which is when you can tell that its a grown folks party…despite the keg stands), and the toy cops that guard my complex were easily bribed with free cheeseburgers after the hag next door reported us for noise. the lushbags who “called earl” did so discreetly, and avoided fucking up anything of value. i even managed it so that the guest of honor came back the next day and mopped up our livingroom.

picture that. white boy – cleaning up after a puerto rican’s house party. i never thought i’d live to see the day. thanks for that, jimmy – and thanks again to everyone that came by.