Tuesday, July 22, 2008

We are laughing

A year and some change ago a horrible thing happened to my group of friends. That horrible thing was the Apocalypse graduation. And after four years of partying studying together, some of us decided the only way to properly mourne the end of our co-habitation would be to throw a few more parties.

Only Caitlin wasn't allowed to have a worst day of our lives graduation party. So Caitlin, being Caitlin, decided to throw herself an I'm Not Allowed to Have a Graduation Party party. And she did. And it was good. In fact, some would even go as far as to say that it was the I'm Not Allowed to Have a Graduation Party party of the summer.

Not to let our one year ago selves outdo our today selves, Caitlin decided that this summer called for a 2nd Annual I'm Not Allowed to Have a Graduation Party party. So this past weekend, she threw one.

And on the eve of The 2nd Annual I'm Not Allowed to Have a Graduation Party party, they invaded the city of Philadelphia. And they are the Very Good Friends. Because in case you haven't noticed, when we are together, we are laughing, and we are very good friends.

And because we knew that Saturday would be a long and physically demanding day of drinking beers, we decided that it would probably be a good idea to take it easy go binge drinking on Friday. So we stayed in and played Scrabble went dancing.

So we drank and we danced and we laughed and blah blah blah and no one quite remembers actually going to bed, but we woke up feeling like shite bright eyed and bushy tailed.

And we were ready. Because the air was hot, the pool was cool, and the kegs were tapped.

No, everyone mom, drinking certainly isn't the only thing we do when we're together. We also do equally as important things, such as eating.

And covering watermelons with lard and playing football with them in the pool.

And drowning swimming with our loved ones.

And playing games.

And being really, really ridiculously good looking.

Yaddah yaddah yaddah. But I digress. Beer. What was I saying? Oh yeah, beer. And even though we hoped the night would last forever, it only lasted approximately 17 hours. And when the kegs ran dry, and Conor was incapable of turning water into wine,

the last of the VGFs fell soundly asleep.

1 comment:

Avitable said...

I like the idea of a N.A.H.G.P party!


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