Party season gets a bit of a false start.
The roommate and I threw our first bash of the year on Saturday. I had a drunken good time, and it seems most of our attendees did as well. Unfortunately, C and I changed up our strategy a little bit this time around, and it definitely bit us in the ass.
Normally I enjoy the fact that my friends come from about 10 random groups, but it's hard to coordinate them all sometimes. Turns out we weren't competing against just one party on Saturday, but at least three or four others. AND there were some important games going on, AND one guy was moving apartments, AND some people were sick, AND on and on and on, which made for a much lower turn-out than normal. But that happens.
One big problem is that we decided not to buy a keg this time. Since it was the first time we've bought cans, we really had no concept of how much to get. And because we thought turn-out would be higher, we bought way, way, WAY too much. Oh my god too much. Like if I ever wanted to become an alcoholic, now would be a really good time to start.
Oh, but this is the best part. We decided not to be so elitist about the barbeque this time and just invite everyone. So we bought a ton of meat, burger toppings, paper plates, etc. What did we forget? THE FUCKING PROPANE. After the first batch of burgers and halfway through the wings: fizzle, pzzst. The fleeting panic on mine and my roommate's faces was only dissolved by a failed run to RiteAid and the realization that after the party we were going to have enough supplies for a Y2K disaster. In retrospect, we should have just wheeled over our neighbor's grill, but that seemed like too much work at the time, so I nixed it. Since no one was eating burgers, no one was really eating the side dishes either. In other words, I'm going to be consuming cheeseburgers, potato salad, cupcakes, and Amstel Light until the apocalypse arrives.
Regardless, there were some good times had. A group of six or seven of us held out until after 4am, drinking and shuffling through the music and lighting crème brûlée on fire with Splenda and blowtorches (oh sure, we had enough propane for that).
So, we've learned some important lessons. 1) Invite people earlier and get our dibs on their calendars. 2) A fridge and a half of beer...probably too much. 3) No more consolidating the BBQ/Party; just one or the other from now on. 4) Tell Sylvie we need her to make those cupcakes every single time she comes over. Door tax. 5) Stop ripping on the roommate for the location of our house, as our neighbors won't ever mind loud music. The crackwhores' opinion doesn't count.