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Nov. 15th, 2004 12:22 amMan, when I used Megan's war cry, I got to wear medieval armor and drive a jeep.
In the interest of conveying the horror to my mom, Pairaka, Chenya, and the world at large, here follows the account of the Party from Hell the Oberlin Campus Radio Station (WOBC) held in our house:
-Party was rented out to WOBC by housemate Mark, under the conditions that WOBC would: a)police the party, doing crowd/damage control, etc., b)clean up before and after, c)provide a sound system for Harlo to do her fancy act for the people.
-Failure in condition B part 1: WOBC did not show up to clean before the party, except for one girl.
-Failure in condition C: No sound system for Harlo, who was hot and awesome, but couldn't be heard very well
-Failure in condition(s) A: Party was not policed, there was no damage control. House was trashed, digusting, a framed poster was broken, a book was stolen from our bathroom.
-Failure in condition B part 2: WOBC staff had to be called to show up and clean after, and they did kind of a shitty job.
-Other things note of interest: This is the second party in two weeks, and both times, stupid things have disappeared from our bathroom. Last time, they took my fucking soap. And the book they stole? That was my bathroom reading! Where the fuck do these people get off?
-HUGE FUCKING WHAT IN THE FUCK HOW THE SHIT AAAAAAH:
I escaped the party by going to Chenya's and watching play the GBA version of Kingdom Hearts for a few hours. I returned around...2-2:30 in the morning. Party was over, house looked like hell, whatever. Rebecca, already in bed, asked me if I could move her car from the front of the house to the parking lot in back. This I do.
NOW, this took five minutes max. It would have taken less time had I not attempted to go in the back way through David's apartment, only to find it locked. Had I returned moments earlier, I would have witnessed and possibly prevented two totally unknown and absolutely drunk fucks from walking into our house in search of the ex-party, whereupon, failing to locate it, one of them PISSED ON OUR FLOOR. I AM NOT KIDDING. I walked in as he was walking out, to see Rebecca standing in the doorway of her room -apparently she had come out as this act was taking place and reacted as such: O.o
So they left, and then one of them -he will be called "Green Coat"- came back, and our conversation went a little something like this:
Me: Who the hell are you and why are you trying to get into my house?
Green Coat: *very, very drunk* I heard there was a party here.
Me: *it should be noted that I was standing in the doorway of a completely party-void apartment* There is no party.
Green Coat: There isn't?
Me: Yeah, it's over.
And then I slammed the door in his face.
Eventually, he was called back up the stairs by an entire posse, who demanded the name of his friend, who WILL be charged $50, because that is the price to filthe our floor in such a manner.
So yeah.
That was a lot of my weekend.
I officially hate WOBC, that fuck, and the fact that this will not dissuade from the idea of continuing to have parties in the house.
On the plus, large-scale cleaning took place, and my hands still smell like Comet. Wyna does not understand the need for clean, but Harlo now does, as she fears menegitis. Whatever gets my fucking kitchen clean, yo.
Also, WHERE IS BOB? I HEAR THINGS! I WISH TO SPEAK TO YOU WITH WORDS IN REAL TIME! YES! I also owe you a letter.
And now I will go.
In the interest of conveying the horror to my mom, Pairaka, Chenya, and the world at large, here follows the account of the Party from Hell the Oberlin Campus Radio Station (WOBC) held in our house:
-Party was rented out to WOBC by housemate Mark, under the conditions that WOBC would: a)police the party, doing crowd/damage control, etc., b)clean up before and after, c)provide a sound system for Harlo to do her fancy act for the people.
-Failure in condition B part 1: WOBC did not show up to clean before the party, except for one girl.
-Failure in condition C: No sound system for Harlo, who was hot and awesome, but couldn't be heard very well
-Failure in condition(s) A: Party was not policed, there was no damage control. House was trashed, digusting, a framed poster was broken, a book was stolen from our bathroom.
-Failure in condition B part 2: WOBC staff had to be called to show up and clean after, and they did kind of a shitty job.
-Other things note of interest: This is the second party in two weeks, and both times, stupid things have disappeared from our bathroom. Last time, they took my fucking soap. And the book they stole? That was my bathroom reading! Where the fuck do these people get off?
-HUGE FUCKING WHAT IN THE FUCK HOW THE SHIT AAAAAAH:
I escaped the party by going to Chenya's and watching play the GBA version of Kingdom Hearts for a few hours. I returned around...2-2:30 in the morning. Party was over, house looked like hell, whatever. Rebecca, already in bed, asked me if I could move her car from the front of the house to the parking lot in back. This I do.
NOW, this took five minutes max. It would have taken less time had I not attempted to go in the back way through David's apartment, only to find it locked. Had I returned moments earlier, I would have witnessed and possibly prevented two totally unknown and absolutely drunk fucks from walking into our house in search of the ex-party, whereupon, failing to locate it, one of them PISSED ON OUR FLOOR. I AM NOT KIDDING. I walked in as he was walking out, to see Rebecca standing in the doorway of her room -apparently she had come out as this act was taking place and reacted as such: O.o
So they left, and then one of them -he will be called "Green Coat"- came back, and our conversation went a little something like this:
Me: Who the hell are you and why are you trying to get into my house?
Green Coat: *very, very drunk* I heard there was a party here.
Me: *it should be noted that I was standing in the doorway of a completely party-void apartment* There is no party.
Green Coat: There isn't?
Me: Yeah, it's over.
And then I slammed the door in his face.
Eventually, he was called back up the stairs by an entire posse, who demanded the name of his friend, who WILL be charged $50, because that is the price to filthe our floor in such a manner.
So yeah.
That was a lot of my weekend.
I officially hate WOBC, that fuck, and the fact that this will not dissuade from the idea of continuing to have parties in the house.
On the plus, large-scale cleaning took place, and my hands still smell like Comet. Wyna does not understand the need for clean, but Harlo now does, as she fears menegitis. Whatever gets my fucking kitchen clean, yo.
Also, WHERE IS BOB? I HEAR THINGS! I WISH TO SPEAK TO YOU WITH WORDS IN REAL TIME! YES! I also owe you a letter.
And now I will go.
