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I was Designated Dave last night., but I still had a lot of fun. I've never been to a party where the guys ask me my name, shake my hand and then remember my name at the end of the night. There was drunken picture taking, skank hating, punk rock soup making, nut shaving, mo hawk making, and then everyone stood and watched Billy run around on all fours and act like a monkey, he climbed and swung around on a pole outside, then he slapped ann repeatedly and pushed her down. CJ kept asking me to go swimming with him, but we did that last night, plus I felt like I needed to supervise my drunken friends. My sister is such an obnoxious drunk, she slaps people in the face and sits on guys' laps. Carrie's a mellow - type of funny, she blinks a lot and talks to you with her eyes closed. Billy still scares me, (my best friend's brother whom I've known for 6 years and he's never said a word to me) , There's something devilish about him, I think I'm still freaked out about the time Betsie and I found his yearbook and every single face was "X"-ed out with a sharpie, even the sports & club pictures, cukoo. So I could tell CJ was dissapointed that I took him home first. I don't think it would have been a good idea to come in at 2:00am when he has work at 7:30am teaching basketball to children. I wonder how that's going. Oh and punk rock soup was a mixture of things found in the kitchen and put in a pot like green beans, tortellini, peanuts, hot sauce and chicken noodle soup. I was surprised that people were eating this when it was done. And TV glass is stronger than vodka bottle glass.