Two roommates are celebrating a joint birthday with a giant house
party. Because one of the birthday celebrants is from Kentucky, a
cooler full of “hooch” has been prepared using a traditional recipe of
off-brand Kool-Aid, watermelon, and 151-proof vodka. The off-brand
Kool-Aid turns out to have artificial sweetener in it, lending the
hooch a decidedly “diet” flavor. No matterโthe rapidly
multiplying crowd makes short work of the stuff anyway.
At some point, an iPod playing a mix of tastefully selected dance
jams is switched out in favor of one containing “ironically” bad ’90s
music such as Sugar Ray and the Spin Doctors. (The culprit for
the surreptitious swap is the drummer of a certain three-quarters riot
grrrl band from Seattle.) Ironic or no, Stefan from the Pharmacy
managesโas alwaysโto crowd surf to the latter selection,
and, really, he looks pretty sincere about it.
In the backyard, people are passing around a bottle of video head
cleaner and cleaning their heads. One person says, “I feel like I
was just in the parking lot of a party for a very long time.”
Another expresses amazement that you can just buy the stuff at the
store.
Around 3:00 a.m., after the cops have already come and gone, the
hosts decide the party is over. Two employees of the Cha Cha stand up
on the couch to do what Cha Cha employees do best: shout drunkards
out the door. It’s pretty impressive watching two people clear an
entire house using nothing but overhead lights and the power of
yelling. ![]()
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The two best parts of this party were:
1) snapping a picture w/ flash of a chick in fetal position in the upstairs hallway. proceeded by her shooting up faster than a speeding jackrabbit and immediately hitting the dance floor in full force.
2) sneaking away from the ’90’s chaos to watch planet earth on silent with french subtitles while headbutting my lesbian lover.
3) the irony of buffalo madonna trying to quiet the unruly crowd.
My three high points of the party were:
1) snapping a picture w/ flash of a chick in fetal position in the upstairs hallway, proceeded by her shooting up faster than a speeding jackrabbit and immediately hitting the dance floor in full force.
2) sneaking away from the ’90’s chaos to watch planet earth on silent with french subtitles while headbutting my lesbian lover.
3) the irony of buffalo madonna trying to quiet an unruly crowd.