It all took place Saturday Night Dec 1st.
Started with multiple bottles of Patron (Thanks Dan/Annie).
Pizzas.
And of course, shoe removal.
Commence pregame power hour.
We made tribute patches to our fallen heroes.
Kristy took care of Megoon.
Rachie donned Bralex.
And Diana guarded her precious little Sumner.
The Brockton Associates took what could be their final group picture EVER.
And overall a wonderful preparty was had.
9pm and totally buzzed, we headed to Del's, about 4 blocks away.
We entered and it was already pretty packed.
First thing we hear: the sound of horrendous karaoke.
Voice belonging to: DiarrheaBreath
I could barely contain my excitement.
There were like three other birthdays going on at Del's so the bar was over its 75 person capacity and people were intermittently not being let in...
Naia being one of the first...
Lots of peeps made it out.
(See if you can spot Chris with his sweet shocker.)
Matt bought me a blowjob shot.
And the wastedfaced-ness began.
Eugene made an new old-manfriend.
Clearly he has a type. (Is "so very old" a type? I think it's a type.)
Annie also took a lot of pictures. Pictures she has yet to send me. Hopefully someday soon you will get to see those.
Eventually I got to sing Karaoke. We sang "Stacy's Mom."
The people seemed to enjoy it.
It was nice to see so many lovely people.
Eventually (and inevitably) Diarrheabreath began mingling with my friends.
But of course when I pointed the woman out to Aly she was like, "Oh! I know her! That's my friend!"
(They used to work in a law firm together.)
Aly you are so random and so unnecessarily nice to all creatures (and clearly this woman qualifies as a CREATURE) and for that I love you.
So that, dear children, is the story of how Diarrheabreath became Mrs. Diarrheabreath.
(There was also a Mr. Diarrheabreath, but that story will be saved for later.)
Oh. And then there was the cake thing.
At one point a bartender lady brought out a giant cake with 4,000 candles and the bar started singing.
My eyes filled with glee and I looked around at my friends to figure out who had gotten me this beauuuutiful cake.
Turns out...it was nobody.
The cake was not mine.
Mrs. Diarrheabreath took to the stage though with some new friends to serenade me...
And more buddies kept showing up...
And we double-fisted our way to wastedface glory.
Somehow my hand ended up in Amy's shirt. (She didn't seem too upset about it...)
And then Katie took off all her clothes.
We managed to facilitate sevvvvvveral hookups...
But it was soon too much for this wastedface to handle.
So I said goodbye to my friends, old and new.
And we began the hilarious journey home.
Somehow we ended up on the couch watching Hairspray.
And then I passed out mumbling "Baltimore...Baltimore..." (It's Hairspray-related.)
It was a great time. Thank you friends who came. Christian and Bobbo, I'm sorry you got stuck outside and I appreciate the effort.
Oh and you're probably wondering what became of our fallen-friend cutouts. I think Rachie managed to care for Bri and Alex all night. Diana had Sumner tucked away in her little pocket. And Kristy ended up handing off Megoon to Doug who later proceeded to pass her onto a bar random who took her home with him. Just like old times. :-)
Again, thank you. Again, I love you.
Goodnight.
