"Hell may have no fury like a woman scorned but heaven hath no sweetness like a sports fan vindicated." - Samcat

Monday, July 18, 2005

Party Postmortem

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(not my actual kitchen but a reasonable facsimile)

I wasn't going to post again today but after Beth read the following email I sent regarding Saturday's party and threatened, "if you don't post this, i will fucking kill you. that is hysterical," I've decided I fear for my life. Beth is not one to make empty threats.

And so:

Answers to Frequently Asked Questions relating to Saturday evening's throw-down:

  • Yes, my roommate is single.
  • No, that wineglass was not a family heirloom.
  • No, my bedsheets are not satin.
  • Yes, you were dancing, Steve. And quite enthusiastically from what I hear.
  • Yes, my coffee table managed to sustain further damage.
  • No, it was not related to any kind of anatomically shaped cake.
  • No, there is no more sangria.
  • Yes, there is some Advil.
  • No, no one sullied my couch. They all made it to the bathroom.
  • Yes, there are two Amys. With and without nuts.
  • Yes, you're all insane.
  • Yes, we talked about you all at breakfast on Sunday. And we made up stories too. How could you, Sam?
  • Yes, there will be more parties.

Thanks to all of you guys for coming out on Saturday - and for those of you I saw Friday night as well. You're all of a good sort. But it's bibs and sippy cups for you lot next time.