It’s widely known that I love parties…like I REALLY love parties. I love pizza parties, pool parties, I even love baby showers. But there’s one kind of party that reigns king when it comes to a great time, The HOLIDAY PARTY (fetish parties are a close second). Last night a friend of mine on Twitter threw a holiday party in Manhattan and though I can’t remember most of it…what I do remember was an amazing time!
When my roommates and I hit the liquor store we all agreed having too much liquor is way better than not having enough (hence the picture of my bottle compared to the other ones at the party), and with that in mind we skipped past the normal sized bottles of vodka and found a half gallon bottle of Svedka. We then grabbed some 7up and Pineapple Fanta (which they made fun of me for wanting…but turned out to be a fantastic mixer) and headed to 136th street.
We walked into a wonderfully decorated apartment filled with liquor, cookies, and some very merry sweater vests. People were taking pictures by the tree, playing games in the kitchen, and smoking weed in the bathroom. It was my kind of party. I quickly found some counter space in the kitchen and started mixing drinks…I don’t remember too much after that, but do know the drinks were much too strong and that wearing a grey sweater was a bad idea, because every time I spilt something on myself it was completely obvious and very embarrassing.
Everything was a blur, but my mental consciousness kicked in as I stood outside trying to convince a girl that I needed to kiss both of her cheeks 50 times because I have OCD. I don’t think she believed the OCD, but she did let me kiss her cheeks…I won.
From there this is what I remember…
- Left party
- Stood in elevator for several minutes wondering why it was taking so long
- Realized I hadn’t pressed the button in the elevator
- Called Jt and told him I thought I was having a heart attack and he needed to meet me on 125th street
- Burped and realized it wasn’t a heart attack
- Walked around Harlem with Jt until we found a McDonald’s
- Ordered six McChickens
- Got in a taxi, but was told to leave when I said I’d be paying for the ride with McChickens
- Got on subway after paying MTA worker with McChickens
- Took off shoes and fell asleep on subway
- Was woken up at 14th street by Jt yelling and shaking me
- Tried to convince Jt to leave me and let me sleep on the train
- Was carried out of the subway by Jt and some drunk Asian girls
- Smiled as one of the Asian girls kept pinching my butt and told Jt to let me go home with her
- Frowned when I realized my shoes were left on the N train and my socks had holes in them
- Woke up at 1:32pm…next to naked Asian girl
- Holler
Last night was a great night.
Enjoying Double shot Decemeber,
Daniel Dickey
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LOL ..I’d be paying with mcchickens