party boy

I am a party poop. I don't bring parties down, I just don't like to go to them.

After last night, it's going to be a while before I go back to one.

Without going into too much detail (in order to protect the names of the innocent people involved), ummm...a lot of shit happened. It all techinically started for me around 2:30 am when a cop rolled up on me for sleeping in the back seat of my friend's car outside this party. Later I had a ignorant friend of a friend call me a homophobic name. Then all hell broke loose, ending with the police coming again, me rescuing a friend's child and a lot of us going to the hospital until 10:30 am. Most of it was a new experience for me. None of it is anything that I want to repeat in the future.

I hate parties.