Holy Debauchery, Batman
Let's start by saying that in all The Roni's many years, she has never, not ever, burned it down the way she did this weekend. Starting on Thursday, every night was a raging boozefest culminating in outrageous makeouts in public bathrooms and broom closets at house parties. In short, debauchery. And I like it.
So as not to crash the territory of other TGLSOAT bloggers, I will refrain from giving you a play by play of each night, but I will highlight a few things for you:
Thursday night? Craps. True that. Double true. The Roni loves her some craps, and she played the shit out of some craps on Thursday. However, I will reiterate how hot the dancing was. We need to get more of that going on around here.
Not a whole heck of a lot going on in the gossip department. The Roni does apologize to anyone injured in the fallout of her minor explosion. Other than that, no one got pantless, so no real goss. As far as I know.
But the takeaway of Thursday? People were ready to start the 72 hour rager in style. And by in style, I mean in a $3 salvation army wedding dress with 36 beers.
Quote of the night? "Dick." (The Roni)
Now Friday, Friday was cool, no pun intended. Good drinks (beer), good people (The Panty Posse in full force), good band. Sadly, the only gossip of which The Roni is aware is the late night waffle party thrown by Zeus. He apologizes to everyone he called at 4am and left this exact message: "If you do not show up in 5 minutes for my late night waffle party, you are dead to me." You did miss a fabu waffle party (not as good as other certain late night waffle moms, oh sorry, I mean hosts...), but you are by no means dead to Zeus.
But the night itself was maj fun. It proved, once again, that half-priced martinis at the urban family's new venue of choice are an excellent way to get the party started. Especially when everyone is fully decked out in ski gear. Shout out to Hester P and The Boobs for kicking the costumes into high gear with The Roni. I was totally in love with my West Palm Beach ski bunny costume. And the Baby Phat sunglasses MADE the outfit. Word.
There was one interesting phenomenon documented on Friday - the platonic sleepover. Multiple members of the PP had legit 4th grade slumber parties with members of the opposite sex and didn't think twice about it. Is that weird? Or is it weird that I think it's weird that we didn't think about it - does that make me so jaded because I just assume the anomaly is the time you sleepover and don't make out? But whatever, it was a phenomenon nonetheless for these members of the PP.
Quote of the night? "Want to come over and eat waffles and then pass out?" (Zeus, circa 3:47am)
Barrister's Ball. Holy Awesomeness. I heart last night. It was so good, but so crowded and ridiculous, that the only way I can sum it up is by giving you a representative blind item that exemplifies what went down:
What apple of The Roni's eye was so enthralled by a new lady friend that he literally instructed traffic to move around him so that she and he could proceed to make out in the middle of the street? Sadly, the night couldn't have been too much of a success seeing as he ended the night by running the mile plus from his lady friend's house to his own house.
It was that good. We got just drunk enough to work up the courage to go after that fine thang you've had your eye on, but then we shared four eerie blue concoctions that were made out of rocket fuel causing us to spill our whiskeys all down the front of his/her dress/tux and run home at 5am instead of having a not-so-platonic sleepover and thereby forefitting those precious morning moments that determine whether this jello mixture of a relationship will take.
There was so much scandal that went down, I can't even write it all. But I will extend a big thank you on behalf of all womankind to The Professor for bringing 18 big, drunk, hilarious, gorgeous men for us to oggle. And twins are never a bad idea.
Quote of the night? "Save a horse, ride a law student." (The general rally cry at the PPPP - Panty Posse Pre-Party)
So as not to crash the territory of other TGLSOAT bloggers, I will refrain from giving you a play by play of each night, but I will highlight a few things for you:
Thursday night? Craps. True that. Double true. The Roni loves her some craps, and she played the shit out of some craps on Thursday. However, I will reiterate how hot the dancing was. We need to get more of that going on around here.
Not a whole heck of a lot going on in the gossip department. The Roni does apologize to anyone injured in the fallout of her minor explosion. Other than that, no one got pantless, so no real goss. As far as I know.
But the takeaway of Thursday? People were ready to start the 72 hour rager in style. And by in style, I mean in a $3 salvation army wedding dress with 36 beers.
Quote of the night? "Dick." (The Roni)
Now Friday, Friday was cool, no pun intended. Good drinks (beer), good people (The Panty Posse in full force), good band. Sadly, the only gossip of which The Roni is aware is the late night waffle party thrown by Zeus. He apologizes to everyone he called at 4am and left this exact message: "If you do not show up in 5 minutes for my late night waffle party, you are dead to me." You did miss a fabu waffle party (not as good as other certain late night waffle moms, oh sorry, I mean hosts...), but you are by no means dead to Zeus.
But the night itself was maj fun. It proved, once again, that half-priced martinis at the urban family's new venue of choice are an excellent way to get the party started. Especially when everyone is fully decked out in ski gear. Shout out to Hester P and The Boobs for kicking the costumes into high gear with The Roni. I was totally in love with my West Palm Beach ski bunny costume. And the Baby Phat sunglasses MADE the outfit. Word.
There was one interesting phenomenon documented on Friday - the platonic sleepover. Multiple members of the PP had legit 4th grade slumber parties with members of the opposite sex and didn't think twice about it. Is that weird? Or is it weird that I think it's weird that we didn't think about it - does that make me so jaded because I just assume the anomaly is the time you sleepover and don't make out? But whatever, it was a phenomenon nonetheless for these members of the PP.
Quote of the night? "Want to come over and eat waffles and then pass out?" (Zeus, circa 3:47am)
Barrister's Ball. Holy Awesomeness. I heart last night. It was so good, but so crowded and ridiculous, that the only way I can sum it up is by giving you a representative blind item that exemplifies what went down:
What apple of The Roni's eye was so enthralled by a new lady friend that he literally instructed traffic to move around him so that she and he could proceed to make out in the middle of the street? Sadly, the night couldn't have been too much of a success seeing as he ended the night by running the mile plus from his lady friend's house to his own house.
It was that good. We got just drunk enough to work up the courage to go after that fine thang you've had your eye on, but then we shared four eerie blue concoctions that were made out of rocket fuel causing us to spill our whiskeys all down the front of his/her dress/tux and run home at 5am instead of having a not-so-platonic sleepover and thereby forefitting those precious morning moments that determine whether this jello mixture of a relationship will take.
There was so much scandal that went down, I can't even write it all. But I will extend a big thank you on behalf of all womankind to The Professor for bringing 18 big, drunk, hilarious, gorgeous men for us to oggle. And twins are never a bad idea.
Quote of the night? "Save a horse, ride a law student." (The general rally cry at the PPPP - Panty Posse Pre-Party)
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