Party Preparations
As I write this my house smells of bathroom cleaner, cheap vodka, and I hear my sister downstairs singing to 80s pop tracks. Yes, a party is in the planning for tomorrow night and I have no idea if my place will survive it.
My sister just shouted, “Oh my god! I didn’t know the words and they are dirty!” She was playing ‘SingStar 80s’ on my PS2 and singing ‘Come on Eileen’. Little did she know, the 80s were a very naughty place. I forget at times that she is enough younger then me to not really have paid that much attention to the song lyrics back then…
Anyways, my sister is throwing a party tomorrow night. It is a birthday party for one of her co-workers and I guess about dozen of their friends. They spent tonight making jello shots for the party and re-arranging furniture so their’d be more space in front of the TV to setup for ‘Rock Band’ on the 360 and dragging my PS2 downstairs to try out ‘SingStar’ as well.
Most of the jello shots were made with Everclear, and the recipe they used only had instructions up to 100 proof alcohol. Everclear being 195 proof. Lets just say they have a bit of kick to them, it is the only time I can think of jello actually burning as it went down my throat.
It is going to be an interesting party, to say the least. A dozen plus drunken people, whom I know very few of, pretending to be rock stars and trying to sing in tune or play a plastic replica of a guitar. Even if their liver’s survive the alchohol, will the self-respects survive the memories of the party…
Tags: jello shots, party, PS2, Rock Band, Singstar, Xbox 360
January 4th, 2008 at 11:16 pm
Not much Rock Band is getting played, that requires too much hand-eye coordination. A trait that is heavily lacking after the jello shots that have been consumed.
I have, however, developed a whole new level of sympathy for the people who have to host ‘American Idol’ as I am listening to a crowd of drunk people singing and playing SingStar and in the entire group of them not a single one can hit the right notes.
It is truly, horrifyingly, painful to listen to.
January 5th, 2008 at 12:32 am
The party has moved on now. Food was consumed, booze was drunk, jello shots were… uh… swallowed? Shot? Inhaled?
Anyways, they’ve left now to go stick $1s in the g-strings of stripers. They had a large stack of small bills set aside for this purpose.
Before you ask why I am not with them, I should remind you that the party was setup by my sister for a female co-worker of hers.
You can take your pick of the reason I didn’t go: (A) I have no desire to watch male stripers, or (B) I have no desire to go to a strip club with my sister.