|Posted by inkbybettyb on May 2, 2011 at 4:55 PM|
Saying goodbye to the B.I…… The scene was set, where the mountains meet the ocean; a pan-abode on the bluff. Almost everyone we wanted to see came to see us off, as well as a few newcomers. It’s fair to say this would be no “family” party, so we found places for the minors and then began to truly celebrate. With debauchery in the forefront of most of our minds and a general disregard for laws that govern victimless crimes, I only remember so much. Sometime around midnight I noticed the house was packed and for just a moment I think I can see music. Dub FX you are my hero, I love everyone!. 2am: I think I just saw four people vomit almost simultaneously; it would have been nice had any of them chose the bathroom as opposed to the deck or my son’s room. I suppose these are all signs that we throw a good party, or that even at up to almost 40 some of us overestimate our tolerances. A few of our guests were having problems with their equilibrium that resulted in some ass over tea kettle demonstrations. All in all the party was epic and one to remember, sort of.