Memories to last a lifetime

We have all done stupid things at other people's parties. Snooped through the medicine cabinet, fell in the pool, lampshades on the head, that kind of thing. However, I feel like there has to be a place where you draw the line. Never should you be so drunk that you can't distinguish when you are going too far. Apparently there are many that don't share that sentiment.

Take last night for example. The girls and I threw our annual Halloween bash with all the bells and whistles. There were two strobe lights, a smoke machine, a seven foot dancing pirate skeleton, it was really beautiful. Most everyone that showed up were our friends that we know and love and all was going smashingly well. Then Ray came, with some friends. Now, we love Ray too, but the boy has some questionable friends. This was a harem of scantily clad coke whores that showed up drunk and just continued to fall deeper into the abyss. Multiple times people stopped me to ask me who the crazy drunk girls were and without fail they were always talking about the slutty nurse and the hell's angel. The hell's angel, whose name I do not know, but who we shall call Cokie McGee, was absolutely the worst house guest in the history of house parties. Loud, creepy, and completely out of control.

Strike one for Cokie (which will sound tame compared to Strike two) was when Cokie was waiting for the bathroom. She quickly dismissed the line of others waiting as insignificant and cut everyone off to get in. After a good ten minutes in the bathroom, she opened the door, asked all standing there if they had any coke, and when the answer was no, she closed the door again and spent another 20 minutes in there. This wouldn't be so bad, we are in LA after all, if I hadn't been recounted this story by a friend of mine that had been in the line. This friend is a fellow mentor in a volunteer program I work with. Not someone who I would want to think I was condoning or encouraging the use of cocaine in my house.

Strike two will live on in infamy as the possible reason we will never have a party in this house again. It will strike fear into all those that dare to pass our doorstep. It has tainted this house for all that live here. The party was wearing on and the guests had become more random. There had been a little drama here and there, but mostly things were tame. Many guests had spilled out onto the the front porch and down the stairs to the lawn. Some of us were standing outside when we saw a cop car drive by and we decided we should turn the music down. Kim went up to Stacy's room to take care of that and will forever be scarred from the experience. Apparently Cokie had made some new friends and they were celebrating their friendship by having a threesome on Stacy's bed. I'll say it again for effect, they were having a threesome on Stacy's bed!

Stacy went understandably ballistic. There was beer thrown, Cokie was smashed against the wall, the entire party was kicked out, and we were left with a hollow place were the dignity of our house once was.