It's a gnarly night filled with at least 50 young, hot-blooded beauties roaming around my house while the Grey Goose flows like ambrosia... and I've locked myself in my room to post on EOFF (actually I'm online so I can look up more cocktail recipes).
The hot dude in the living room looks like freaking Ian Somerhalder while the chick my friend Amy brought is a dead ringer for Anna Nicole (skinny) Smith. Somebody was doing body shots by the pool, and before the men drank it all, keg stands were happening by the minute.
I keep telling the idiots who brought over the poorly-concealed bong not to smoke inside my house but they don't listen and keep attempting to find a quiet spot where they can roll a j and have at it.
The 20-somethings with their perfect hair and perfect bodies and perfect lives are roaming around looking for their potential one-night standers... and I've been making house rounds to make sure none of them cum on any of my furniture.
Chaotic. The energy of youth is amazing.
And I think I'm getting tired of this [img]/xxx.gif[/img][img]/xxx.gif[/img][img]/xxx.gif[/img][img]/xxx.gif[/img]. Blacking out from Cosmos on weekends and burning out from books on weekdays. It wears on body and mind, and eventually it becomes apparent that every party is meaningless. (Enter Emo Queen, who cuts her wrists and writes a villanelle in blood) It's fun, but after nearly 6 years of this I'm ready to retire. No 40-something Sex in the City girl partying for me.
And now the topic of the post. Anyone out there just want to settle down and be "old," or live a steady, quieter life, regardless of your age?
Yeah, okay. Give this party another 2 hours and the scent of vomit will begin wafting from the bathroom floors and the bushes.