after a glorious year here at the robot house, we are all moving on to new places by the end of our lease this month. naturally to commemorate this disruption necessitated by finishing college, we had to throw our last disruptive college party. no themes, no fliers, and probably less than half the crowd than the last couple parties — this one was for us. i was telling my friend joe beforehand that i didn’t even care about the crowd that showed up; i just wanted to come home from the spoon show (which was pretty fun) and get outrageously drunk with my best friends before we move out.

mission accomplished. more tequila than i really needed, and a flowing keg as well, plus with fewer people there was no danger of shortages and i was pretty happy in no time. i had more fun at this party than at probably any other one this semester. and luckily digital devices were there to capture it.

then later in the night, after such highlights as sing-alongs, an all-house round of shots (including our non-drinking roommate!), and a girl’s hand catching on fire (yes, for real), me and joe decided for some reason to start wrestling in the back yard. i have no recollection why but i do remember a few little details such as his request that i get him an indie rock t-shirt before we got any further into it. perhaps we were fighting over whether or not postal service was better than death cab for cutie, or perhaps we were just really drunk. i do remember slinging scenester insults at him to the tune of “just give up and go home to listen to bright eyes”. mostly i remember laughing hysterically while it went on for a good 10 or 15 minutes. nor did i seem concerned at all with the fact that our back yard is gravel and i was getting scraped up, covered in dust, and splashed with beer from trying to drink between tackles. for documentation, see the photos below. and afterward, no hard feelings, just more laughing and drinking. great, great, can’t-believe-that-was-the-last-one-it-was-so-great time

oh and that last one was long before the drunken wrestling when i was still stylish and suave and communicating via magic mindbeams with josh. we’re sexy like that.

[now hearing this: ozma – ‘spending time’.]