Day 25: Part Deux

We (Some friends and I) arrived at the party before most of the crowd, and we were about half the crowd. It was pretty slow at first, we hung out downstairs and ate a little bit, trying to think of something to do. Somebody, I don't remember who, came up with the idea to play board games. We all went upstairs and got out Scrabble, sat down, and talked and played Scrabble. More and more people started showing up, and they were all just directed upstairs to play Scrabble with us. We played and played until everybody showed up, and then we played more. It was one of the longest games of Scrabble ever. Eventually, we went back downstairs to the kitchen/dining room for pizza. This is where things got exciting. It was kind of quiet, everybody was eating, there were a few whispery conversations going on, and it was sort of awkward. I was talking to two friends about old Nickelodeon cartoons when I heard something singeing. Seconds later, the back of Kristina's head burst into about a four inch flame, and we all gasped. Not more then a second passed by before the guy sitting next to Kristina, Brandon, blew out the flame like it was nothing. It took us all a few seconds to realize what had actually happened. I mean, her fucking hair caught on fire, that's some crazy shit. Everybody's reaction was different, but there seemed to be a pretty common consensus that it was a.) fucking awesome and b.) hilarious, once we knew she was okay, of course. After that, there was a little bit more conversation floating around. Dinner commenced, and we all went down to the basement and watched The Hangover. It was one of the funner parties I've been to lately, because it was nice and relaxed, and not a lot going on, but still fun.

I don't think I have anything else to say, and if I do, rest assured. It will without a doubt get said tomorrow.

-Bobby