Last night during a seance, lindsey and I heard loud music coming from a house near by. We decided to join in the festivities. So we finished our drinks and refilled them and headed over. We were immediately disappointed, when we snuck in the gate, that no one was dancing at this poorly djed party. We started suspiciously dancing in the back. We received awkward stares and were finally approached by the host. It was her deployment party and it sucked. What a terrible way to spend your last day as a free laday. However we quickly located the alcohol and began helping ourselves. The only thing that this party had to offer was nice mood lighting( a series of xmas lights coming to a point above the drive). The dj was playing terrible songs that were near impossible to dance to and the guests were already unwilling to dance. In between songs I plugged in my ipod and played "You can call me al." There wasn't a paul simon fan in the house. Finally we were kicked out for having too much fun and drinking all the rum. A stinky party for stinky people, but I'll take my memories. one out of thirty wasted nights of november.
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