Does anyone else smell weed?

Here you go, Bryan.

Players (no supporting cast, as it's hard to remember who did what prominently)

Me
Stacey
Ross
Fran
Pat
Bryan
Matt (the host/the houseowner)
Pam
Pannich
Jessie
A girl named Chantal (or Chantelle or Chantel, how to spell it, I don't know)
One named Elizabeth
Marco
Smith
Jon
A guy whose name was Dylan (I think)
Chimko
Dave (again, name...?)
Laura
Many others who I never really got around to meeting
Freddy (in spirit)

I heard about this party from a few different people. I had no idea where the area was or whose party it was at all. All I knew is that I had a craving for beer. So I picked up Stacey and Fran and we headed off to the party. We were almost 100% positive that we got the right house as we pulled up because we saw three girls wearing their pj's and housecoats. I had a bit of a difficult time parking, took about 3 minutes. I got momentarily pissed off, then just laughed at the fact that my car was sticking out, taking up what seemed like half of the space on the road.

The girly's and I head towards these other pajama-clad chicks and ask (stupidly) if this is the pajama party. But all 6 of us laugh and they say yes. So I say something else like, okay, do you want us to use the front door? Dunno if they didn't hear me or what, but no reply at all. But since we try the front door, and it doesn't open, we go around to the back. It's a really, really nice backyard. This Matt person must have uber-rich parents or something. A little mosquito-netted tent, a firepit, and it backed onto the lake. Nice.

As we look around for people to avoid and people to hug, we see Bryan, Ross, Smith, a few guys in white housecoats (one of them being Matt, the guy whose house it was) and a few others. Usher was all around me. All of us, about a group of 5 or 6 stand, well, in a group, and talk amongst ourselves until Bryan comes over and tells us to start being more social. I go and get myself a beer. I think it was around this time that Pat and Laura arrive. I remember beginning to laugh at this point. The party was getting louder, the people were getting livelier, and Smith was doing his Borat impressions that were cracking me up. Jagshamesh.

I specifically remember almost making it to the steps to go onto the deck when Smith (or it could have been Marco) knocked over a chair with chips and salsa on it. The next thing I see/hear is Bryan diving to the ground, exclaiming something about not wasting it. Ryan follows suit, and some chips are eaten off the ground. Classy. I see one of the girls who was at the front, Chantel. She's another one that's really nice to me, even if she was drunk. I see her throughout the night, always nice and smiling. I think at this time, Pat and Laura and Pam and probably a few others came. I stayed and talked to them for a few minutes. And someone was uncharacteristically smoking. I didn't get a good enough look/smell of what it was. But me and Stacey had a discussion a little while later that went a little, like this.

Me:"Hey, do you smell that?"

Stacey:"Smell what?"

Me:"Weed."

Stacey:"It probably is. Yeah, I think I smell it too."


I see Jon. I haven't seen him since the last party, so we go on for a few minutes about motherfucking snakes on a plane. We also talk about the movie by that same name. After awhile, I go over to to hammock. Pannich is there. I haven't seen him all night. He says he'll be right back, so I gladly hold the hammock for him while having a few minutes to swing. When he comes back, I meet the girl that he himself has been swinging with, her being Elizabeth. She seemed nice. Her friend said she was drunk. Either way, I left that area after that.

To the firepit I go. On the way, I see Stace and Ross sitting together. She asks me where I've been, and I say, around, then tell her I'm going to the firepit. I see Laura and she said she's going, so we say our goodbyes and she leaves. Didn't really get to see her or talk to her at all that night. I get down there and me and Fran and Pam all gather around it, getting the smoky stench in our hair and clothes. I decide to make a marshmallow. I left it on for way to long, as it ended up in the fire. Then I decided to make a hot dog, even though I wasn't really hungry, I just felt like burning stuff. Fran points out that Stace was hungry before and asks if it was for her. I felt like being nice so I say ya, sure. Then she comes down to the pit w/Ross. I give her hot dog, and am thanked for making it for her.

A little while later, I go away from the fire pit. I notice Jessie is here around this time. We say our hellos and I go onto the deck. Me and this random guy and this other girl are sitting on the deck eating the bowl of MnM's. I go back to the fire and try to get some "bad" story out of Chimko, which I wasn't even supposed to be aware of its existence, let alone know what it was. I let that go within five minutes. So everyone communes around the fire. A little while later, and a beer later, Pat walked Fran home. On my way back up to the deck now. And more MnM eating ensues. Another random guy comes onto the deck and introduces himself as what I remember as Dylan. I somehow get on the subject of how I thought someone at the party looked like Brendan Fletcher, only not as short. He said he went to school with Brendan Fletcher. This blows my mind, as I've had a mad crush on B. Fletch for a few years and I've had some beers. So we talk about that for awhile.

Me and Dylan end up at the fire. I remember complaining to Pat earlier in the week that my back was hurting, so I figured I could possibly finagle this random I just met to give me one. No such luck. That's okay. I leave the pit and never see this guy again. Remembering Bryan's ripped shirt that read "Everyone Loves An Asian Boy", I see him again, on the deck, and some random 12 year olds seem to be stripping down and going in the hottub. Whatever. I'm told the party is moved inside, so Jessie and a drunken Marco try to carry the keg (which has been used for stands all night, but still going strong) inside, as that's where the party is going to be now. I try to help, because I see it's kind of slipping, but Marco loudly protests, so I leave them alone to their keg-lugging. So we all trudge downstairs. A few boys do a kegstand each, then Stacey decides to try her luck at it. She was not so lucky at it. Enough said.

As I give her my dry hoodie and we sit on the couch, I share my back rub problems with Smith, who then proceeds to (try to) give me an ass massage. It does not work out for the best. I don't know what happened next, but my life flashed before my eyes, as did Ryan's nether regions. The only words uttered for the next few minutes were "My eyes" and "Peter Steele"... Somewhere after the haze, one game of Hungry Hungry Hippos was played. Didn't win, but didn't lose. That game was never really any fun. The group downstairs dwindles two five. Me, Pam, Jessie, (who I think was) Dave, and Marco. The first four were all talking about whatever, then Marco comes up to me behind the couch, asks if it's okay to sit next to me, then proceeds to jump over the couch. Eventually he reveals he would like to sleep with me. Flattered, but my fiance, Paul, who is in India right now, wouldn't like that. Marco, seeming a little drunk skunkish, gets a little too close for comfort. Pam and Dave (?) can obviously see this, and something of an arguement bubbles between the two boys downstairs. I take this as my cue to leave and run upstairs.

The party is winding down. I come to the complete realization that Pat is gone. We all were feeling tired, so I decided to drive Stacey and Ross home. Chimko, who has been a little weird all night, what, with the jumping off the deck and all, comes stumbling to my car, asking for a ride. I don't say anything, but he ends up in the car anyhow. I start to drive, and Ross says how we should make sure Marco gets a way home. I didn't really feel like driving Marco anywhere. And he didn't pick up his phone anyhow. So we take the Chimko home. I wait a minute to make sure he doesn't pass out on his lawn or anything. Then I take Stacey and Ross home. As they go inside, Ross gives me a salute with his robe in the air, looking like a pair of wings or something. Thanks, Batman, I'll drive home.