Let me give you a short rundown of the insanity that was yesterday.
So, if you've been reading recently, you know about my frustrations with New Years. Crawford got ill with his inflamed heart, and LaRae and I decided we would stay in town to be with him. Thus, at about 3pm 12/31/03 the plan was us three just hanging out and not doing much.
Around 3 I talked to David Karner's mother who told me he was very ill. This meant he was not coming to Norman. Thus, no one was going to Norman as Rick had decided to stay in Tulsa. So Jared Schoen decided he didn't want to go either. Now, we have Jared Schoen, Rick, LaRae, Crawford and I...still a good time, not exactly the party I was hoping for.
Then I talk to Crawford, and he tells me his 17 year old sister has informed his mother that she will be drinking on New Years, so her mother just says, well, you might as well do it here. And then says, "Jordan, come over and make me an appletini." I promise this would be frightening to you if you knew Brenda Crawford. If Jesus Christ had an incredibly naggy mother-in-law, she would be similar to Brenda.
Then, Mark is irritated that no one is coming to his party, and last I hear he's cancelling it. Thus, Rick's friends who came to Norman from Texas for a party, have nowhere to go. So, now we have three young ladies coming down to the party. Rick and I go our to purchase some supplies for the party, I get on the horn and we then have 10 more ladies and one more boy coming to join the party. Nearly $100.00 in "supplies" later, we had a pretty crazy party about to occur.
The party was indeed a bit insane. We had a grand time, the acceptable quota of drama, and then a spin-the-bottle session in the hot tub with 4 young ladies, two male participants and an observer (photographer) - your's truly. It was a great time.
I appologize about the lack of wit in this entry. I had an "all you can eat" at Waffle House at like, 4 in the morning. It is still hurting me. Next update, a discussion about said Waffle-House visit, a fight with the girlfriend, and my new favorite phrase, "Lion-food."
Until next time, I remain:
Boofshavik