Party Crasher

The band is already playing when Party Crasher arrives: Two guys are
playing guitar and keys, and a girl—wearing frilly knickers and
what looks like a kid’s dress—sings in a bluesy drawl. They
are the Passive Disaster, and they’re providing the entertainment
for a cozy early Saint Patrick’s Day celebration. Saint Patrick is
honored, as always, with Ireland’s most traditional drink: lime green
Jell-O shots.

Some people make their way to and from a hot tub somewhere in the
unlit backyard, coming back in through the kitchen still dripping wet.
The Passive Disaster play a song inspired by Risky Business, in
which they command the audience to drop trou and dance, with their
singer leading by example (although, her outfit being a dress, that
actually just means hiking up her skirt a bit to show off the
aforementioned knickers). A few audience members gamely drop their
pants, but then leave them bunched around their ankles, inhibiting
much dancing business, risky or otherwise.

The house is nice: hardwood floors, walls smartly decorated with
framed art photographs, good moldings. Magazines available for
bathroom reading: ReadyMade, Beer Northwest. In the
kitchen, people pose for photos with a tiny green leprechaun hat. A
partygoer has spiked her already-spiked punch with more booze and then
mixed that with beer: “In college, it’s called a Pink Panty Dropper.”
Another apologizes: “We’re kinda drunk, sorry. We started doing Jell-O
shots three hours ago.” Someone concurs: “Saint Patrick’s Day!
Woooo!”

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