The little familiarity I had with the venue was enough for me to have at least a vague idea of what I wanted to do. Can’t say I’m a master at decorating so it quickly humbles me for how critical I was of them last year but nonetheless I get them done a few days before the party. Her family was home this time and frequently checked on how it looked so we didn’t get a chance to do anything with her mom constantly asking if I wanted something to eat or drink and her dad and sister making suggestions about what would look the creepiest. Nevertheless, the night came quick and given how raunchy her texts had been since the night in the salon, she was just as ready to go as I was.
My roommate, who literally gives -1 fucks, decides to take his sweet ass time so we get there about an hour past fashionably late. He’s dressed up as Zoro this time and I show up as Han Solo. We’re greeted by a couple of strangers drinking beer in the kitchen. Already I feel like there are more people here than last year. A big part of me thinks “Good. More chances someone will hear us this time.” We walk downstairs and my feeling was right. The place is alive with music, dancing, beer pong, a fucking fog machine and a couple of guys getting their own swerve on making out with unidentified heads in slutty costumes.