A pissin' good time!

Last night I went to a costume party,

and peed in front of 6 people.
Well, one of them was in the shower.

No More Rock N Roll.

Bitten, Smitten!

I went to a Theater Department party a couple of weeks ago. The theme was 'vampire.' (Which we were not told before showing up. I'd say it's just as awkward showing up to a costume party with no costume as it is the other way around.) Apparently, Vampire means as-little-clothing-as-possible-in-black-and-red.
Miranda and I decided we would have felt like we fit in more if we had simply kept our outfits, but taken our shirts off.
My date showed up an hour (or so) late, and told me I "looked okay," then stared at a girl running around in a corset, fishnets with garter belt, and black panties, and said, "She looks goood!"
N.M.R.N.R.

More Fire Dept. Fun

Somehow I've acquired a boyfriend. I brought him to a party a couple of weekends ago at Fire Department.

The party included a very drunk Alex, an equally drunk Ben tipping him over on a wheel chair, and an also-inebriated Gina asking me to find some Lady Gaga so she could strip.
The night ended with me forcing my boyfriend not to drive, bringing him back to my house, where he threw up on my lawn (after being in the bathroom for 10 minutes), and then twice more in my toilet.

N.M.R.N.R.