What party?

Jason and I walked fully decked out from my apartment over to Amy's; while we were on our way, someone passed us on a bicycle and said, "We have enough tacky people around here already. Why don't you go back to New York or wherever you're from?" Then she rode straight off the end of a dead-end road into the woods. The party was a complete success. Amy was so worried about it! But it was a house party of the old school, complete with keg, lights too low, and music pumping. You should've been there. (In particular, LJ, you should've been there.)

Three lovely ladies.

posted by Liar at 12:18