Cleaning up all the bottles, wearing hasty pajamas and sloppy ponytails, Jen and I high-fived in the kitchen.

"Good party."
"Good party."

Notes of success:
A lot of good food eaten by a lot of good people, no vomiting, Jim fell asleep on the floor with a burrito on his stomach, blah blah blah.

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Oh, also:
- if you want an interesting party, make Habenero poppers. Think Jalepeno poppers kicked up about 100 notches. Throughout the course of the night I would see people wide-eyed, crying, running away to find a place to be alone in their agony. Mark got tricked into eating one and was (understandably) upset for the rest of the evening.
- laughing with Jen in the morning. I slopped off the couch and rolled around on the ground, somersaulting into my room. Sometimes you gotta work out your amusement/embarrassment/anxiety in a physical way.
- is there a better song to ease into the next day in your dark apartment (me - avoiding schoolwork, Jen - playing hooky from work) than "Doobie Ashtray"? If there is, I have yet to find it.