Parties are fun.

But what's even more fun than that is watching the police break up the party you were just at as you drive back home.

I just got back from a friend's 21st birthday party. Actually, two friends of mine (who happen to be twins) just celebrated their 21st birthday. All the typical hijinx ensued. What was supposed to be a party with about 50 people turned into one of those 250+ people parties, where no one knows who the hell anyone is.

But not like any of this matters. My mode of partying is as follows. Get about 5 friends and find a room where we can close the door and talk about "stuff." That's really what I like to do the most at these types of things. I like to just "talk" about anything and everything that comes to mind.

It was a party of firsts though.

-First full blown party where I didn't know who 2/3 of the people were.

-First drink from a keg. The beer was kinda assy, but at least now I know how to work the keg pump.

-First party that had to be broken up by the cops.

I think that's it. That's all I'm writing at 3:50 anyways. I'm beat. It's been a long, but fun day.

And it's only Friday night. :-)

matt out