Nightly News by Insomniac

Everyone needs a little American Cake sometimes.

It is an unfortunate truth in life that one persons loss, usually comes at the hands of anothers gain. My failure to sleep tonight (my loss) brings me here to you, for if I cannot sleep, I shall write the blog, and hopefully entertain your lives for a minute or two (your gain). Then again, a risk of my reading might be your loss too.

So my Independence Day party was a smashing success. Unlike past parties that involved family and friends, there were no friendship fights, dame dramas, or pestering police. It was refreshing change. Dont get me wrong, fights, domestic disturbances, and swat teams always make for a fun party full of stories, just as long as its not MY place.

Upon arriving at my house, one of the friends brought a Sheesha. After making sure there was no hardcore drugs to smoke in it that would make the students want to fly like birds out my second floor window, I was quite happy it was there. I like the flavored tobacco in these waterpipes. It is something like breathing/tasting flavored air--usually tastes something like smoked apple wood or something like that. Plus you get to breathe out lots of flavored smoke and practice smoke rings. Very entertaining.

At my party I supplied beer, Tequila, Jack Daniels, and Southern Comfort. There simply is no 4th of July without these basic essentials. Another friend even brought me a second bottle of Jack Daniels as a gift so there was Jack and Cokes for all, which always gets a party started rather fast. I played the friendly bartender and made sure everyone had a mixed drink that was rather strong. The JD went rather quick this way unfortunetly. I did a Tequila shot with one Chinese post-doc and she drank half and poured the rest on the carpet. I'm not quite sure of this tradition, but to each his or her own.

The only fire works allowed are Sparklers. They call them Wunderkerzen, which translates to Miracle Candles. I bought a hundred of these for the party and they were all burned within about 10 minutes. Each person had two and between all of us, we put on quite the pyrotechnic show. Since it was late at night, with stomachs full of JD and beer, many of us thought of ourselves as techno dancers with a fresh pair of glow sticks. We were twirling, whirling and swirling to our hearts content, a cross between heavy metal rockers and ballet dancers, or so it looked to me. Miracle Candles indeed.

My acrylic paints were even put to good use. I saved my old refrigerator from the kitchen renovation and made it into a permanent beverage cooler (translation: Beer Fridge). It is a rather ugly looking thing unfortunetly, so I had some of the more artistic friends do some caligraphy painting on it. With big bold letters of "Das Bier Ist Hier", no one wonders where to find the beer anymore.

Then of course, there is the usual party behavior--one girl wanted to take her dress off but I convinced her not too, one guy proved he really is the real spider-man by climbing up the drain pipe and entering my apartment through one of the windows. Outside, we sang aweem buway--The Lion Sleeps tonight--maybe the Lion was sleeping, but the neighbors werent and let us know that they weren't...and that are singing was way off key. Who likes a critic anyway?

I think one of the best parts of the party was the end. Two girls decided it was there job to clean up the party mess, all the dishes, the kitchen, my apartment, and even make my bed. It never been cleaner. Yes, they get invited next time or once a month on Sunday. They also get all the beer they want.

Ok, its 4am and I try sleep once again. Here is some pics for you:

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