afterparty? more like after-blah-y.

i can't believe i neglected to relay the most tragic part of this weekend ... the afterparty.

ok, so we leave the club ... i can hardly walk ... standing upright is proving to be difficult ... i'm really ready to go home and go to bed ... yeah ... not quite.

i get informed that we are going to an afterparty at some guy named ron's house. my hopes and dreams dissolve before my eyes ... home was going to be a very long time away ... i could feel it. so, we walk to this guy's house and no one exactly knows where this apartment is and we get to the 6th floor and find what we think is the apartment and everyone is afraid to knock. david is standing in front of the door, so me, being the ass that i am, knock real loud and then run away, leaving david standing there in a state of bewilderment as the door is opened. turns out we had the right place.

they invite us in and the apartment is actually kinda cool, except the pieces of woodchips laying everywhere ... which was from the beautiful puppy they were babysitting. this dog was adorable and very friendly and became my buddy.

ok, let me set the scene ... baltimore apartment ... low lighting ... bachelor furniture ... a dining room table with an enormous, gaudy bouquet of flowers in the center ... a sideboard where the alcohol was ... and that's all i remember about the appearance. oh yeah, and woodchips everywhere. i'll get to that.

ron: ::with a thick slavic accent:: hello. would you like a tour? this is the food. this is the alcohol. please be making a drink.

i look at the drink selections and am amazed by the plethora of alcohol. peach absolut and skyy. that's it. as for mixers? the cranberry juice container is empty ... i ask if he has more.

me: do you have any more cranberry juice? ::i've already filled my plastic cup with a fair amount of peach vodka::
ron: i will check. ::moments later:: i have iced tea.
me: ::shrugs:: ok.

so, i make an icepick with the peach vodka and iced tea and, tho it might be because i was fairly trashed, it tasted ok. of course, now that i am drinking again, i'm getting a bit peckish and i turn my attention to the food. there's a large platter on the dining room table which contained cheese and pepperoni ... 5 pieces of cheese and 2 slices of pepperoni, to be exact. they went all out. we got the leftovers ... both food and drinks. hot!

this other guy from england, tho i can't think of his name, pulls out his travel dj booth and sets up and begins to dj the party which, at this time, included: myself, jamie, tom, david, bob, brie and some other people and the hosts. i'd say about 10 people total. i found this really funny as he had his headphones on, one side off so he could hear the party, and he was spinning like a pro ... it just seemed so out of place.

long story short, i played with the dog most of the party (who was chewing on a branch and leaving woodchips lying all over the apartment. have i mentioned the woodchips yet?), hung out the window with carter and smoked and made fun of the party before we got kicked out at 4 a.m. we had a 1 1/2 hour afterparty. rock on!

after that, jamie, tom and i went to papermoon and had breakfast/dinner/whatever. it was yummy. i got a bleu cheese burger ... zomg, it was amazing. or i was drunk. whatever.