Party Sounds

The people across the street are partying.

I heard yowling and screaming awhile ago, but figured it was the TV next door...the neighbors usually go to bed by 10; the noise kept up. It was particularly strong in the bathroom.

I peeked outside.

Holy shit. Party of the century, anyone? I'm guessing Chapman students. There's got to be 60+ people milling around at any given time. They're all in costume and have gotten progressively drunker as the evening wears on. I've seen a pirate dry-humping a fairy, synchronized ass-slapping and various politicians shambling around.

I suppose if I were really bored and lonely, I could throw on a costume and cover up the zits and go see what's going on - people that drunk don't usually turn away one extra pal - but I find I"m just...not that into parties anymore.

Oop, there's some right outside my kitchen. Must be quiet. I've turned off everything but my bedroom light and have candles going whilst I edit. Very atmospheric. It's kind of like a zombie attack, minus the possibility of getting eaten alive.

Oh my god, they're naked.

"Where are you?" Tatted-Up Beefcake just demanded of someone on a flip phone.

I guess if I were drunk, in college and celebrating Halloween, I might take off all my clothes, too.

I hope my car is safe. I don't use the garage. Maybe I should've. They don't seem to be malicious drunks, just really jolly.

What was I saying? Oh. Yes. Not much of a partier, me. Happier seated in front of a computer screen with candles going for maximum atmospheric aura. Preparing for NaNo. Yep, that's me.

Agonized shriek from outside. Well, son, that's why we wear boxers.