Anatomy of a party.

As we all know a great party all ways consists of the following; good friends, tasty food, attractive single men and women, well played/mixed music, vibe and location, in that order. Friday night's "outta nowhere" party that Fabs, Ang, and the rest of the boys threw at hotel Godin was along those lines, nix the tasty food. As I drank myself into a stupor, again, with Marco at the helm pouring the drinks from our bottle of vodka that never seemed to end, I looked around at the strangest collection of people that ever gathered. I say this in the best of intentions. It made me happy to see that very different people could party together. While the drinks slipped down my throat I made some startling observations. It seems that every party has the hot girl. The one that dances on tables while her boyfriend, like rabid animal, chases a scrawny rat out the door. There also has to be some kind of ex-boyfriend tension or girl on girl fight. As I discovered on Saturday night at Jello bar, there's always a drunk dude that doesn't stop trying convince me that corn has tricked humans into keeping it alive and that ants out weight humans on the planet. No party is complete without the weirdo that dances by himself as if he's the only one in the room. I give that poor weirdo the most respect, cause it takes a lot of guts to admit your the weirdo and accept it and still want to dance with yourself. All these guidelines to throwing a great party goes right out the window when were talking about foam parties. There's no food, the music is definitely secondary, you could be in some mid west state in a warehouse, you wouldn't be able to see your friends anyway so there'd be no use in bringing them and it seems like everyone's attractive when covered in bubbles and half naked.


written by: Belt Danglin' "Sirloin and bubbles..mmm"