1. Who are all these strange people sleeping on your couches?
Granted, some of them look a little familiar, so they could actually be invited guests who decided they might not be in the best condition to get on the nation’s highways. But it’s hard to tell. Let’s face it. After several hours of drinking, and even more hours of your inebriated face mashed into couch leather, you’re not exactly ready for any type of beauty contest. People just don’t look as sexy as they thought they did at 2am in the morning, sucking on a bottle of wine and doing a shimmy dance with a tiki torch they’ve named Beatrice.
Of course, you could just poke one of the snoring droolers and then demand identification papers, but that might be going a bit too far. After all, these poor folk are going to have a hard enough time as it is by just waking up in a strange environment. All that confusion about things being in the wrong place, possible guilty feelings concerning slurred words they may have uttered after the fifth shot of tequila, and the growing realization that the bra they are now wearing is not their own.
Just let them sleep. They should come out of the coma in a little while. If not, proceed to the kitchen and make cleaning noises. Bang on something metal until they scream themselves awake. If you still don’t recognize the couch guests once they are somewhat mobile, be sure to check their pockets and purses before they stagger out the door, and make a mental note to change the locks before the next party. Or just move to a new house, might be easier in the long run.
2. Who is in the bathroom, and why are they not making any noise?
This is always a risky quest to undertake. You can’t just barge in, because they might be engaged in an intimate activity that does not require a studio audience. They could be resting in between bouts of recycling. Or they could be lying face down in the tub. One never knows. If you don’t feel mentally prepared to deal with all these possibilities, then make somebody on one of the couches go find out who it is. It’s the least they can do after belching into your grandma’s afghan all night.
3. What is that mess on the kitchen table?
It’s a fact of life that most dishes which look amazing and delicious when first presented will deteriorate overnight into something else entirely, most usually a congealed vat of grease with some odd bits trapped just beneath the surface. (Yes, you were shoving THAT into your mouth at one point last night, rhapsodizing over the flavor and licking your fingers clean. Now it looks like something that Oprah would pull along in a little red wagon when she’s doing a segment on weight loss.)
And the troubling bit is that you know you put away all the delicate goodies hours ago, supervising the two drunken people who had the manners to ask if you needed any help, while the rest of the carefree crowd avoided the kitchen entirely. (This “clean-up duty” is the best way to separate your friends: There are those who love you and will immediately race to assist when they see you scraping queso dip off the wall, and there are those who are just using you, hiding in another room until everything is sparkly and then wandering in, pretending to be devastated that they didn’t make it in time to help you out.
Oh, and then there’s third group: Those folks who don’t give a damn if anything gets cleaned up and don’t even try to offer help. They apparently believe that little hostess fairies flitter in and tidy things up, and their clean-up efforts are limited to throwing an empty beer can in the general direction of the trash can. These people suck. Interestingly enough, these are the same people who don’t understand why no one wants to be in a relationship with them.
Anyway, if some of this perishable food is back out on the table despite your valiant hostess efforts to secure said food, then it means some little piglet burrowed into the fridge, post-lockup, and then encountered some type of issue that prevented him or her from returning the containers and covering their tracks. Which might explain…
4. Why won’t the refrigerator door close?
Holy cow, who let loose some billy goats in here? Your organizational skills from the night before are no longer in evidence, with the perfectly-stacked and arranged containers now all over the place, as if there has been a low-grade explosion. We have guacamole dripping out of the produce drawer, potato salad in the egg tray, and half-eaten Pop-tarts shoved in between the condiment bottles.
There’s not an inch of available space. But that didn’t stop the last person who tried to shove something in here. Nope, they apparently just opened the door, hurled an armload of containers and plastic baggies through the air, and then slammed the door mostly shut, hoping the weight of the door would keep things in place until they could get in their car and drive away. I really need to get new friends, preferably some folks who better understand personal responsibility and basic physics.
5. Who jacked up the stereo?
This thing was fine when I went to bed. But there must have been an adventure of some kind once prissy Brian quit whining about wine spillage and left the hard-core partiers to their own devices. One of the stereo speakers is on the front porch. (No idea. Did Eva Peron stop by and need to make a statement to the neighborhood?) The bass is turned all the way up, because drunk people don’t think there can ever be too much of that. And the radio station is now set to a Christian talk show, with a guest currently decrying the absolute desecration of morals in America. (Did she stop by here along with Eva?) I guess somebody needed some spiritual guidance after he polished off a bottle of Jagermeister and then thought he heard an explosion in the fridge.
6. Why is my throat raw?
This could be the result of anything, really, considering the crazed mix of the crowd, but I’m leaning toward two explanations: One is that I had enough beer to decide that I suddenly understood world politics and needed to share that with everybody for hours. Or there had been singing. Probably singing. Nobody can belt out some Elton John like I can after being fortified with Mike’s Hard Lemonade. Hold me closer, Tony Danza.
7. What the hell happened on the patio?
Generally, knowing my friends as I do, I can usually piece together what may have taken place in a given area based on the physical evidence. Other times, I don’t have a clue. Whatever happened out here required that most of the patio furniture be relocated in odd positions (was there an urgent need to signal a passing plane?), power cords be knotted together in an intricate web and hung from the gutter (did they need roof access for some reason?), and the spokes of the patio umbrella are now pointing the other way, toward the sky, creating an impromptu tribute to Marilyn Monroe and that pesky subway steam. Some stories are just better left untold, especially if the true nature of the malfeasance could lead to litigation.
8. Dear God, did we really drink all that beer?
These are the moments, reviewing the towering stacks of beer cans and wine bottles, spread out over the patio like an alcoholic Stonehenge, when you realize that something fundamental really needs to change in your life. Then the moment passes and you just go back in the house, ready to sit around on your butt all day and watch meaningless television until you get thirsty again.
9. What happened to the window basket on the end of the house?
How did someone manage to damage THAT? Was a car involved? Because that sure looks like a piece of taillight pinning an innocent begonia into the brickwork. The house is at least four feet away from the nearest part of the driveway and there’s a bulwark of shock-absorbing shrubbery in between which appears to be unscathed. Screw it. This defies comprehension and I don’t have the strength.
10. If a guest is passed out in the yard, and they are closer to their car on the street than your front door, are you still legally responsible for their well-being?
No. This is international protocol, understood by all legislative bodies. If the victims are closer to the car, especially if one or both of their arms are outstretched as if lusting for the vehicle, frozen in time like a Pompeii villager, it is a clear indication that they were done with your particular social extravaganza and they were moving on. Legal liability has ended. Likewise, it’s also international law that any items your guests leave behind, intentionally or not, automatically revert to the ownership of the host. Especially if money is involved.
Because you’re going to need that cash when the city cites you for the giant cow statue, stolen from the local Western Sizzler and now sitting on top of your house. (At least now we understand the rope ladder on the patio.) But don’t cry for me, Angus-tina. I’ll make those little cattle rustlers suffer for their sins, whoever they are. Right after I pick up a change-of-address card from the post office next to that Western Sizzler, where the manager is scratching his head and wondering how best to tell the regional manager that Elsie has gone AWOL once again…
Originally published in “The Sound and the Fury” on 06/01/10 and “Bonnywood Manor” on 05/25/14 and 05/29/17. Yes, I just re-posted this last year, and I didn’t bother to make any changes this time, making me a bad blogger. Reasoning for my slacker efforts? I’m still recovering from this year’s festivities. Thankfully, we did not host. Which means that somebody else has a giant cow on top of their house. I call that a win. Cheers.
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Just reading this has made me tired….I am too old for partying, it seems.
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One is never too old for parties, as long as they are planned well. Please don’t use my parties as a proper way to conduct one… 😉
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Actually, I’d rather come to yours, because I can relate to them.
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Like Gobblefunkist, I am a) too old for partying or b) unlike Gobblefunkist, I still haven’t had enough practise. 🙂
A very funny post. Your mention of a cow on the roof reminded me of a uni classmate who once put a Volkswagen on a roof (and was too drunk to remember it). In some ways, my youth was wasted. In more ways than one. 😉
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The “cow on the roof” bit is a shout-out to my high school friends, as it was a tradition at Broken Arrow High for the senior class to steal something large from off campus and put it ON campus, hopefully in a creative and mystifying place. And the poor giant cow from a local business was often that something.
And yes, my youth was wasted in more ways than one as well. But I wouldn’t change most of it… 😉
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So it was your party I got home from, via FedEx. I thought I recognized that couch leather. I’ll be back over to help clean up, tomorrow….weekend at the latest. 😉
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It’s okay, we took care of the couch. And in your honor, the room where your personal travesty occurred has been renamed…. Archon’s Den…
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😆 ….and it serves me right.
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Laughing out loud Down Under 😀 You Americans are crazeeeeeee
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We drink too much. That explains almost everything. Almost…
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hahahahahaha
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You likey? 😉
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I want to go to one of your parties! (please note that I said go – not host)
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Oh, you are most welcome to join one of our shindigs. And I promise you won’t be responsible for anything… 😉
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Bwahahahahah! 🐂
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You killed me with the cow emoticon. That made the whole post worth it… 😉
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Yeah…I couldn’t find one on top of a house. 😜
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Why wasn’t I invited to the party?
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The planning committee heard about a certain social event you attended whilst wearing a black dress and you got a little bit busy with a pair of scissors and they quietly marked you off the invite list… 😉
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Oh, that black dress always comes back to haunt me.
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I wondered where my goats had gone …. 🐐
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I wonder the same thing every day… 😉
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Now I have Julie Andrews warbling about lonely goatherds stuck in my head 😬
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In Salt Lake there’s a restaurant with the sobriquet “Ruth’s Diner”. (featured in this year’s A-Z Challenge).. ANYWAY…Ruth’s used to be a real diner, located in an old trolley car. A counter with five seats, the one nearest the door designated as the ‘no-smoking’ zone, because Ruth enjoyed her ciggies and thought the law was for other folks. She or someone thinking it would add a unique fillip to her diner, got a huge wooden statue of a coyote, howling at the moon. They placed it in front of the diner, near the road. Periodically the thing would disappear and the reason for all this blather about something that probably seems unrelated to your excellent post.. is that you’ve inadvertently given me a clue about why that coyote wandered off now and then….it was apparently looking for Western Sizzlin’ Beef (aka Elsie) on the hoof….
As to the post itself? I solved the dilemma eons ago by simply becoming one of those perpetual guests. I NEVER host. And at my parties (in the day when such things existed)…there wasn’t even alcohol to blame for the sketchy behavior of some of my guests. You also clued me in to where some of them went. To YOUR house, where they drooled on your grandmother’s afghan; wrecked your flower box, and in general did the things that overly medicated folks DO…i.e. be themselves. Happy M Day Brian! 😉
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Well, since it was a tradition for the senior class at my high school to “relocate” giant things (see above response to Lynette), it would not surprise me to learn that Broken Arrow High may have something to do with the perpetually disappearing coyote at Chez Ruth. We don’t have a lot of sense in Oklahoma, but we know how to drive a car to Utah. (After all, Oklahoma and Utah are essentially the same state, as we discussed in one of many previous dialogues.)
Sadly, I also cannot blame alcohol for some of the misbehavior at our soirees. I just have weird friends, as I am a beacon for weirdness in general. Sometimes this can be fun; other times, it can be incredibly annoying…
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This resurrected a party for my brother I concocted when my parents were out of town. Beer sprayed on the ceiling, houseful of drunk minors, and police at the front door are the most vidid memories. The other happened many years later, waking up to find bodies sleeping on the floor. My step kids would be missing their dad, hang out with him until late, and just lie down on the floor. I was always horrified but hubby would just shrug and say, “They had a pillow, didn’t they?” He was in UDT and could sleep on a rock. Oh to be young and indestructible again. No, taking it back. Never want to be young again, just have the athleticism of youth. Loved this post and thanks for the memories.
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When I look back at some of the incredibly inane things I did in my youth (doesn’t everyone?), I am amazed that I managed to survive at all. From a philosophical perspective, one might say that I was destined for greater things and the fates let me escape so I could attend to future endeavors. From a reality perspective, I was just an idiot with a bit of luck on his side. In any case, I mostly don’t want to revisit my youth, but there is a small part of me that yearns to do it all again. Only this time I wouldn’t be so forgiving of the many fools I encountered. Does that make me petty? Maybe I am, just a little bit… 😉
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I believe if we don’t have memories that make us cringe then there’s a screw loose or already rolling across the floor. When much younger, I couldn’t respond to blatant verbal cruelty, such as racism or mockery. I’d get that brain freeze thing and the right response never materialized until way later. (Damn, why didn’t I just say…) Even though I had zero tolerance for it, the words wouldn’t come out. Now, I go for the verbal carotid or get real about it and invade their space with my face. There are some great things that come with getting older. Then again, I should probably remind myself that it’s been a few decades since I took martial arts classes.
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Where is the one where Satan won’t make eye contact?
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He’s looking at you right now. [Cue evil laughter…]
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Where can one find little hostess fairies?
I liked the legal ruling on #10, when a passed-out guest is closer to the car than to your home. Makes sense to me!
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I understand that you can order the fairies on Amazon. I haven’t actually tried that angle yet, so you might want to do some research before taking the plunge.
As for the legal ruling, I’m now beginning to wonder if I should pursue a second career as a Post-Party Attorney (PPA), specializing in societal mishaps involving stolen cows. There might be some money in that… 😉
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The picture you paint here is such a funny visual. You’re are quite the gifted writer. Thanks for sharing the laughs. ~Smile!
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I’m glad you enjoyed it, and thanks for taking the time to make a comment!
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Lol! Now THIS sounds like a fun party. And all of this happened at parties which i attended back in my 20s. Now, though, i find myself too old for it. Well, maybe not old, exactly, but i do tire more quickly and prefer to sleep in my own bed. But that face down on a couch thing.. many a time back in the day. 😀
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I still really enjoy the parties, but yes, I find myself running out of steam a little bit earlier than I used to do so. And I no longer relish the massive parties we used to have, with 30 or so people running amok throughout the house. I prefer just a handful, maybe 6 or 7 folks so we can all sit down on the patio and have a great conversation for hours…
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Brian, I’m so glad we reconnected. You’re one of the loveliest people I call friend.
Aloha and I are buying our first house.
If all goes well, we’ll be moving in sometime in July…and I would LOVE for you to come to our housewarming, with your SO in tow…I need to meet him!!
Will keep you posted on the details, but this will be our new home.
https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1124-N-Braden-Ave-Tulsa-OK-74115/22190772_zpid/
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Yes, please keep me posted. It would be great to catch up if we can work it out!
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