"This party's over."

Actually went to a real-life party yesterday. Actually had quite a good time too! It was an open house, so people were just dropping in and out all day. I knew probably about half the people there at any given time. I arrived just after 2pm and was teased because I wasn't hungry (I'm usually always up for free food).

"How about some jello? There's always room for jello!" says the host. I eye the little jello cups skeptically. "Is there alcohol in there?" He says with a straight face, "No!" Not that I really cared - tried to eat it with my tongue but some kind person eventually brought me a fork. Punched host for lying about the alcohol. Proceeded to have at least 10 more over the next few hours! So I was feeling pretty good. NOT my fault, this one guy kept bringing me more (not just me, he was trying to get everyone drunk, apparently). This guy later came and sat by me on the swing thing - which wasn't exactly a love seat, it seats 2 people but with a table-y type thing in between the seats. Now, let me just say, he's 49, and was there with his wife, who I knew from work before she quit a few months ago. He wasn't being pervy. But for some reason he took an interest in the fact that I chose to go sit on this swing, though others had done so without attracting any attention. He started psychoanalyzing it and making me out to be some kind of afraid-of-life person who didn't want to mingle with the others. Um, dude, NO, I was chatting with all the people I know earlier, and some I don't know, and still participating in the discussions somewhat from my seat away from the main table of the patio. I'm really not that much of a party person, I prefer smaller groups or one-on-one interaction with friends.

I failed at getting people to play truth or dare, and at getting a couple of the hot gay men to do body shots off each other. I am also now really curious as to what exactly it means to have different colored hankies hanging out of your pocket - apparently if you're a gay male, straight people don't do this? No one would tell me specifics, I just know they're dirty. Teehee.

Things were winding down a bit in the evening and the only ones left were the ones who wanted to play Texas Hold 'em. I was buzzed so I figured I should hang out for a little bit more, though I'm no poker player. I called my bro, a huge poker fanatic, and he came over! Yay! I switched from jello shots to champagne and also had a couple shots of tequila rose, which I had never heard of before - totally doesn't taste like tequila. Very sweet and yummy.

Anyway, I didn't do too badly at poker, only cuz I had some help from the host and my bro. Honestly, my betting was pretty erratic due to not noticing the times when I had, say, a straight in my hand and should have bet more aggressively. I blame the alcohol! Oh and the cards all contained pics of hot nude men, and we drank out of penis straws. Fun times! (except my bro, who was a good sport, and not the only straight guy at the table but the other straight guy sure was acting as if he's at least bi, heh)

Conclusion: gay men throw the best parties. They even sent us home with food! Yummy homemade scrumptuous food!

( Feel free to skip this part, I know this is long already. I just realized this weekend how conflicting my goals are... )

I should not be on here when there are Christmas lights begging to be taken down. But jeez, that's no fun. My roof is so high I need to use this pole/hook thingie to do it from near the top of my ladder at one point. I'm not fond of ladders. Anyone wanna come over and do it for me? Don't worry if it takes you a couple days to get here, they'll probably still be up waiting for you!