bliumchik | Stan's eighteenth

Stan got, among other things, "How to be a Man" and a Fake ID from yours truly (now that he doesn't need one... :P), a box full of paper and a guitar pick from Jess (in lieu of a treasure hunt), and a pillow that Alex made and got everyone to sign (with such gems as "This is not a sex toy" and "buy me whiskey"), and no handcuffs at all. There was vodka aplenty and Mic (who was not drinking) made himself useful mixing impromptu cocktails, which he is actually pretty good at. All the chips were eaten by the time I arrived, this time WITHOUT forgetting the present anywhere (although it was a close call in Rubin's car). In order for everyone to sign the pillow without Stan's knowledge, Jess lured him out for a "walk" (and then we locked them out). Later, Liza showed up with Laivi and cake, and the Pillow was hidden on the balconey ledge until everyone had signed it.

I stayed till a bit after midnight, since I had work the next morning at ten and wanted to actually get sleep. Most of the night was spent trying to work out how to get Stan's evil reclining armchairs to recline, and sitting on them, possibly with the addition of alcohol. Also, Raymond made fireworks. He scraped the Burny Stuff^TM off some of those sticks that you light, and they crackle, and then he put it into a pair of bottle caps taped together with tape scrounged from a present wrapping. The fuse was another crackly stick. It went quite the boom and set a pizza box on fire.

Liza got claustrophobic with me and Sam sitting on the arms of her chair, so what could we do but lean closer and grin manically? Finding her squealing amusing, everyone else promptly piled on. Sam ended up at the bottom, and Mik ended up chewing on my wrist (seriously, I had bite marks the next day O_o) for reasons un-known (although my futile attempts to thwack him about the head for growling at me may or may not have been involved). After everyone jumped off, Sam complained about losing her insulation.

That's all the funny stuff I remember (look, so I was a little drunk), although I do recall Liza encouraging me to drink because she "wanted to see what would happen". This amused me somewhat, so in the uh, spirit of scientific enquiry, I "researched". I was probably paying more attention to the results of the experiment than she was, anyway. It seems that yes, I can tell exactly when I need to stop before feeling sick, and no, I cannot walk in a straight line (although it is a subject of some debate as to whether or not I can do that sober). Also, I discovered the apparantly well-known fact that you get the alcohol-sleepy while sobering up, not when you're still drinking. Or maybe Avi was just comfortable to sleep on :P

Oh, and I had a

efw style argument with Jess that went something like this*:

Jess: Insult!
Me: Counter-insult!
Jess: Counter-counter-insult!
Me: Riposte!
Jess: Counter-riposte and addendum on the subject of incestuous sexual relations!
Me: Suggestion that you don't know what the fuck you're talking about!
Avi: Interjection!
Jess: Nonsensical statement relating to plankton!
Me: Incoherent screaming about the mating habits of whales!
Jess: Suggestion to shut the fuck up!
Me: Request to make me!
Liza and Sam: Quiet gossip in the corner!
Me: Suggestion to join forces against the allies of darkness!
Jess: Ooh, pizza.

_{Disclaimer: Sentences may or may not be out of order. Sentences may or may not have been made up, especially towards the end. Author may or may not have been drunk at the time.}