another night at the apartment

Last night was Tristan's birthday/Matt's going away party at the apartment that I have spent so many of my summer hours at. Not only was I excited at the fact that I would be getting to see a bunch of my favorite UCLA-ians but I knew that there would be many, oh a-many dumb things said. And I was right. Too bad I got too loaded to remember some good ones. I didn't have paper and pen in hand like I usually do at these small gatherings. Here is a short list of what I do recall.

Mike: How is it that I got drunk so fast? Oh that's right I put a lot more in this one.

Matt: You vaginaed (he made that word up himself) my foot.

Me: No, I scooted forward to give your leg a hug and your foot got in the way.

Everyone: SHHHH! THE POLICE ARE HERE! (it's in caps because everyone was very loud about it)

Rajima or Casey: Use your library voices.

Casey: I wore this shirt because it matches my underware.

Sarah: There were three people in that bathroom. And they were only taking pictures.

Tristan: Don't you people ever go to sleep?

Oh yeah, and for about a good 15 minutes Robert(o) was preaching the Old Testament in the corner to anyone who would listen. As Tristan puts it, he's a matzo queen.