Crazy night last night.
I got pretty drunk, slightly high, which in-of-itself is pretty signifigant since I've only smoked marijuana once before in my life. I even briefly considered smoking my first nicotine-tar-cancer-causing cigarette, but wisely was advised and elected against it.
There was a slight orgy (three girls on one guy) which for better or worse didn't involve me, but I saw it forming all night.
Violence erupted briefly, and someone got their car dented pretty badly by someone else's fist. In retrospect, that guy must've been extremely strong, because the dent was a few inches deep. I can't imagine producing that with my fist.
Bottles were also broken in the process of restraining the fellow who went denting on someone's car. I got dragged along with the crowd fleeing the scene, so I didn't see any of it first hand. Scary stuff still though. Once violence and drama have hit a party, it's hard to get back to the initial calm and fun vibe.
I talked/flirted with a girl briefly that might actually have been someone's girlfriend. I'm not completely sure (drunk + high!), but if the guy in question was her boyfriend then don't deserve none of that. Not that this girl seemed to be supremely rocking. She was fairly cute, but drukenness on both sides would prevent much personality from spilling out. Anyway. This guy had actually been cutting her and calling her an idiot during the night according to what I understand.
She didn't take well to it.
I find a distinct joy in the fact that I can get the normally shy and reserved to open up to me without any real trouble. Apparently, I am just very approachable. Go me.
She left in something of a whirlwind, so I didn't get a number or anything like that.
I'd like to say the night ended peacefully, and it almost did as I was sitting out on the porch just kinda staring into the stars feeling rather groovy and content.
Then I made the mistake of going inside, where a good friend of mine went off on a rant about how he could never be happy and started crying. This being the same individual who earlier had three women on him.
At least he didn't cut himself or anything.
*sigh*
People are fucked up, and I think that I need an Oz or Wonderland to tumble away to.
I got pretty drunk, slightly high, which in-of-itself is pretty signifigant since I've only smoked marijuana once before in my life. I even briefly considered smoking my first nicotine-tar-cancer-causing cigarette, but wisely was advised and elected against it.
There was a slight orgy (three girls on one guy) which for better or worse didn't involve me, but I saw it forming all night.
Violence erupted briefly, and someone got their car dented pretty badly by someone else's fist. In retrospect, that guy must've been extremely strong, because the dent was a few inches deep. I can't imagine producing that with my fist.
Bottles were also broken in the process of restraining the fellow who went denting on someone's car. I got dragged along with the crowd fleeing the scene, so I didn't see any of it first hand. Scary stuff still though. Once violence and drama have hit a party, it's hard to get back to the initial calm and fun vibe.
I talked/flirted with a girl briefly that might actually have been someone's girlfriend. I'm not completely sure (drunk + high!), but if the guy in question was her boyfriend then don't deserve none of that. Not that this girl seemed to be supremely rocking. She was fairly cute, but drukenness on both sides would prevent much personality from spilling out. Anyway. This guy had actually been cutting her and calling her an idiot during the night according to what I understand.
She didn't take well to it.
I find a distinct joy in the fact that I can get the normally shy and reserved to open up to me without any real trouble. Apparently, I am just very approachable. Go me.
She left in something of a whirlwind, so I didn't get a number or anything like that.
I'd like to say the night ended peacefully, and it almost did as I was sitting out on the porch just kinda staring into the stars feeling rather groovy and content.
Then I made the mistake of going inside, where a good friend of mine went off on a rant about how he could never be happy and started crying. This being the same individual who earlier had three women on him.
At least he didn't cut himself or anything.
*sigh*
People are fucked up, and I think that I need an Oz or Wonderland to tumble away to.