The party at Cherrier last night was crazy.
The second wave of people, at about 1 or 2, was retarded large. The place was packed. And it’s a big place, I’d guess that there were at least 75 people there. When all of Jana’s friends got there they greeted each other like girls do, with high-pitched screaming and yelping. Everybody else started making noise and it made a loud crescendo of human voices.
The Cherrier house looks like a frat house, and it felt kinda like a frat party. Merit and Matt were wearing matching white Polo t-shirts. I was wearing jeans and a Diesel sweatshirt Anu got me from Amsterdam. A few interesting things happened…
This fit yet chicken-headed 30 year-old offered to make-out with Tracy (who lives there). She also invited everybody to her Thanksgiving Dinner. OK.
Anna Lee got drunk, comme d’habitude, and let this guy put Cheerios on her breast, crotch, earlobe and tongue and eat them off her in the middle of the kitchen. OK.
Some guy in a Cowboy Hat peed in a plant upstairs. And got angry when Merit (who lives there) flipped out at him. Asshole. Merit’s pretty gangsta in Massachusetts, her brother or someone would have kicked the shit out of this guy if it happened there, but you don’t really do that in Canada. He just left and Grier tried and failed to dump a beer on him. Asshole.
Sometimes I forget that I go to school with these people. It was pretty fun, though. I’m old enough that I don’t really care what people think of me, so it feels like High-School, except I’m confident. It did feel just like High School, I felt like I was at one of those parties I heard about but never went to. I spent a lot of time in High School feeling bad about not being popular. Now I’m 21, I am popular and I got the fuck out of Ohio. So I guess things worked out.
PS. I didn’t take any photos cause I didn’t want to explain my freaking phone to anybody, or get it peed on.