Damn The Man

Oct 30, 2004 · 3 minute read

So, last night then. Let me start by telling you the title of the party we were going to:

The Republican Log Cabin Sex Party. With Maple Syrup Wrestling.

Erm, yes. Apparently, some of Laura's friends like to hold parties coinciding with Republican events; to blacken their name, or just any excuse for a party.

I'm also not kidding about the maple syrup wrestling. I saw it with my own eyes. I am going straight to hell, but I saw it with my own eyes.

It was an interesting night, but another of my "if you can't say anything then hang around in the corner and not say anything ever and get depressed even though it's your own stupid fault" nights. To be fair, it started out well, but when we got to Collin's house, I went back into my shell (Larsy, a roommate of Collin, scares me. She seems like a very fiery Russian who'd walk fifty miles in a snowstorm to stab you if you cut her up on the road. I'm sure she's a very nice person really ;-)), and stayed there for most of the night. We were taken to the party by Hot Steve (as he became known to the rest of the group, even if we never saw much of him again after we got there), and I was determined not to be the Guy Who Follows The Rest of The Group Like A Lost Dog. I saw a few people whom I knew when I was studying here, and watched the wrestling.

Yeah. Sorry to keep harping on about that. But seriously — syrup everywhere, complete with hosing afterwards to make sure the t-shirts were completely see-through. Oh, and people videotaping the affair. So, girl 1 and girl 2: yes, you'll soon be seen on a website somewhere…

Of course, these things do tend to be frowned upon somewhat, and when the police showed up to make everybody go inside, the party lost quite a bit of its energy, with most people heading off to pastures new. My excellent plan left me ending up as The Guy Who Stands Alone And Looks At The Knife With An Intent To End It All, so I decided to call it quits and become a hapless follower.

The last hour or so that we were there was okay, though. Laura was trying to convince us that she wasn't drunk, but sadly, every attempt she made backfired horribly. Especially when it took her five minutes to find her pockets (and this was after we had pointed them out to her). We then left, had a odd wander around Harris Teeter, then went back to Collin's. It looked like we were going to spend the night there, and to be honest, we did, I suppose. Collin got blankets out for myself and Laura, but at 5am, Laura called over and asked if I wanted to go back to her place.

After a rejigging of the cars in Collin's drive, we headed home. Chapel Hill is lovely at five in the morning; almost deserted, and just as beautiful as it is during the day, but with an added ghost town feeling. And kudos to the group we passed on Henderson, still drinking and laughing out on the street as we went past. Then inside, and bed again.

We were supposed to go and carve pumpkins today, but Laura is still in bed and she has to go to work at 4pm. I don't know if I should have woken her up; if it was work, then I would, but this is just a trip. If she's not up by two, then I'll give her a knock.