Late Night Parties And Other Escapades

There are some real humdinger shindigs in my past.

Crazy ass parties that erupted after nights of bar hopping, wild celebrations to commemorate a significant day in time or a friend's life. Massive, hedonistic fetes chock full of debauchery, high jinks and other good stuff.

I like a good drink in my hand and I love great conversation even more.

I am a reformed Party Girl.

Sure, some of my memories are hazy, but I can remember those wild and crazy days of way back.

So my brain raced to visions of a shotgunning beer and playing I Never when a ruckus stirred my from my sugar plum dreams of Dwight Schrute.

It wasn't quite a clatter on the rooftop. It was more like a cavalcade of cheers, shouts and other charismatic enthusiasm. The girls who live above me (is it two now? Three? And does that guy who lets himself in with a key live there, too?) decided to have a get-together last night.

Ladies, I want to say to them. Does massive social gathering at 3:30 am on a school night constitute get-together?

I imagine it's the same thing my neighbors thought when I had a crazy ass party in my small, Lexington apartment building - the same building that was full of a bunch of bona fide grown ups.

Karma.

She exists and sometimes she's a total bitch.