Last Saturday night I had a party. Almost everyone I invited showed up, except for a certain girl whose name I won’t mention (Julia).
For my first party, it was pretty fun.
I cleaned out my cabana and cleared off the bar, and by the time people began to show up, it already looked nice. Before that, I had had a very shady money hand off to my friends which involved me flashing this chick my cell in response to “do you have a phone?, in such a manner that made it feel like I had a gun.
Things went well and they came back with mainly vodka and some rum and cinnamon schnapps, which are disgusting.
I did not strip this time, but someone else did. He is an idiot by the name of Dildog Maznicki (not his real name). I hold to the opinion that he’ll be a male stripper in the future, but for some reason he doesn’t believe me. I danced a lot and so did other peoples, and I spent a grand amount of cash on it, but you know, it was worth it.
My boyfriend didn’t come, but that’s just because he’s a poop, but that’s okay, because so am I at times. I was pissed at him for a while, I still am, but I sorta forgave him for somethings, so it’s gotten a bit better.