So, as the story goes one of the guys at work's roommate was throwing a party. Cool, I haven't done that sort of thing in quite a while. So, I hang around at work till it's time to go. Mostly due to my hour commute, and it would have been rather pointless to drive home, then sit for 30 min, and drive right back.

Brightsun, and some chick he met off the internet meet me, and we arive. Or, that's what we're hopeing for. The address is right, but when we go up to the door nobody looks familair. I'm a bit confused by this, and decide to go in anyway. After a quick scan of the top level nobody I know. This makes me start to wonder. Finaly I go down to the basement, and find somebody I know. Most exelent.

He's playing cards with some friends who happen to be more than a bit inebreated. We chat for a bit, and then one of my bosses shows up. More chatter. Quite entertaining. During this time we have Candy Sniffers wandering around, drinking most the beer.

About an hour later some other IN guys show up. Heh, more people I know! More random chatter, more drinking. The ususal (apparently). Eventualy we make our way to the kitchen. At this point it gets pretty entertaining. The place is now quite segragated. The IN folk are condenced in the kitchen, and the Candy Sniffers elsewhere.

Frequlently one of the Candy Sniffers will poke thier head into the kitchen, just to make shure it's not thier dad in there. Hmm, we're not that old. The conversation gets quite racey. Hmm, more than that. Downright racist. If I didn't know better, I would have thought I was in the middle of a KKK convention. (I'm exagerating a *LOT*) It was realy just a lot of tasteless jokes. But that calmed down after a while due to a colored girl being in the next room.

Finaly after several hours the Candy Sniffers have left, and the IN folk where left in peace. All sorts of tails are told, the kind your mother would never approve of. Consisting largely of mike's sexual exploits. Then we get down to bitching about customers. LOL, they are so dumb (the customers). People not wanting to pay, or just having such a low IQ that they shouldn't own a computer. Hehe!

Several hours of that go on till we decide it's time to go. Only four of us are left at that point. To Perkins it is, if nothing else, to relax, and sober up a bit. Not to mention get some very good food.

That was about the extent of my fun, I know I'm missing a few peices, but heck, I was quite drunk.

Other things that happend, but I don't realy remember when, or why.

A burnt pizza was thrown by mbuna, and smashed into his own car (with a loud crash).

Somebody threw up in the bathroom, and make a huge mess on the wall.

One of the Candy Sniffers parents came in to get his kid.

I'm not exactly shure what happend in the kitchen while we where in somebodyes bedroom for a while, but it was totaly putrid.

And, then the final highlight. IIgs stoped by, and wasn't shure he was at the right place. When he saw http://www.xpurple.com on the back of my truck, he knew it was right.

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