long night.

apparently, my roommates are brighter than i thought. after "not-partying" last monday for the previously mentioned happy 2-0, they had a buncha people over last night and proceeded to "get after it".
some highlights:
1) a girl, freshly 21, we'll call her "sarah", argues with another partyer about "who hasta be drunk first." sarah proclaims that she CAN NEVER BE FIRST. i go downstairs to my room as someone, we'll call him "ed", hands her a glass of "vodka beverage". twenny minutes later i come back upstairs and she's stumbling drunk.
2) my newly twenny year old roommate, we'll call him "luke" regales me for ten minutes about how "shitty" it's gonna be retaining a new roommate when i leave for the hills in a month. "we'll hafta teach him how to do dishes and not steal our food and not drink our liquor. . ." he then admits these are "all things we don't honour ourselves."
3) i tell my roommates of five months how to actually pronounce my name, at which point the senior house member's girlfriend, we'll call her "patricia", gets remarkably angry at me and tells me to "never break this sorta news when (she's) this drunk."
4) after a small catnap, i hear sarah and ed talking outside my room. i catnap again, briefly, and wake up in time to hear a now entirely shitty sarah open my door and yell "SEX!!!" and promptly close my door.
5) lotsa loud music and thumping, which i for a moment investigate only to find all the skinny, young, upperclass white kids "dancing" awkwardly to some fairly aggressive "hippityhoppity", the foremost of which was ed, "rocking" his best weak-kneed interpretation of the "can-can does the hindenburg". i think he may have been doing it backward, cos instead of crossing his legs when kicking so to balance himself, he kinda lifted them to the side and almost fell over.
6) ed, still outside my door, pleadingly tells sarah they need to go back to his place. "BUT I HAVE A FIFTH OF VODKA!!!" he whines. i don't hear her answer, but i assume it was "nonaffirmative" cos his whimpering gets even more desperate and whiny.
and finally,
7) curtains. i wake up to a new morning and go to get some coffee and read the new richard russo novel, which i hope is better than bridge of sighs. that one was more like bridge of oh! i fell asleep! and as such was the most disappointing book ever cos russo's collection of shorts and his first five novels were amazing enough that i still get misty when reading them.

my library timer is telling me to go away. i shall.