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Great party. I met Audra and few few of her friends at Dick Head's on Shepard for drinks early on and by 9:00 we were at her apartment to meet the rest of the folks that were coming. Other than the keg that was iced down in the garage, the kitchen full of booze on par with a small liquor store, the two HUGE bowls of fruit that were still soaking in liquor (yumm), and the 200 Everclear Jello shots that filled every shelf of the fridge... there was a karaoke machine in the empty loft upstairs and everybody was there to have a good time. There were a few people that came and went, but almost everyone hung for the duration. There were your obligatory spillage incidents... beer/booze on clothes, jello on carpet, etc. There were the obligatory drunken drama incidents... secret angst bubbles up when your mind is swimming in alcohol. Laughing, crying, arguing, hugging, smiling, name calling, singing... we did the merry-go-round. It was a huge success. I was more of an observer last night. I watched the sitcoms and soaps but mostly just did what I always do when I drink... smile... a lot. The most fun for me was that I only knew Audra and Katie when I showed up and there were tons of people there. Katie's friend Erica came by later and I had met her once before, but that's it... clayton = stranger. I'm pretty social most of the time though, so that didn't last too long. I think it is safe to say that I was completely smashed. I drink often enough and in sufficient quantity that I have a pretty high tolerance for alcohol (of course, 8 years on active duty in the US Navy had nothing to do with it... the stereotype surrounding sailors and drinking is rubbish ;), but Everclear jello shots will dent your liver despite rebellion. Actually, when I opened the refrigerator, I may have actually heard, "resistance is futile, you will be assimilated." Fucking Jello Borg... little bastards. Good times. Now, about not good times... Mike called me this morning. Most of the time he's a pretty likeable guy. The fucktard gave our Warped Tour tickets away because he heard that our friend Chris could get us in for free! It's not that big a deal if we don't get the hook up... I mean, I'll just buy another one at the gate. I don't want to wait in line forever at the gate to purchase a replacement ticket. He didn't consult me before deciding the fate of my ticket... I think that's what bothers me. Anyhoo, he's not coming over until noon now, so I am going to snuggle up with Penny and cat nap (no pun intended) for a little bit. Me sleepy.