Surveying the damage

My parents left Sunday afternoon and I had parties Sunday and Monday night.

Sunday night: this party was kind of weak. We (Phil, Tom, Matt, and I) were expecting more people to come but they didn't, claiming job-related reasons. We didn't even open the bottle of absinthe, because nobody wanted to drink it. However, the night was still a success because a good time was had by all.

Monday night: much larger party this time. At its peak, I probably had around 15 people in my apartment. We even had someone throw up. Tom and I tried the absinthe; diluted (which is how you're supposed to drink it); it tastes a lot like black licorice, which I do not favor. However, Tom enjoyed it immensely and noted that it was much better than just drinking Bacardi 151, which will still taste like Satan's piss even if you dilute it. He also said that it was better than taking shots. I was not able to pass an opinion on this because I was already drunk.

The most interesting part was when I woke up in the morning and cleaned up my apartment so that my parents wouldn't be mad at me, I couldn't find one of the chairs. Who the hell would take a chair? I finally found it in my parent’s bathroom, where someone had been using it to throw up into the toilet. Good times.