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I had a party this past Friday for my birthday. Very last minute idea and planning. It was Crunk themed; meaning which there was Crunk Juice, only the most ghetto of music, and of course, same goes with clothing.
The ususal suspects were more than happy to oblige to these requirements and even went out to pick up threads for the occasion. On the other hand, I purchased the Red Bull and Cognac to make the Crunk Juice. It was surprisingly expensive, about $80 to make 20 servings. $35 for the case of Red Bull and another $35 for the Hennessy.
To atone for this I put out a donation jar for those who would partake in the juice, and in the end only got $20. Needless to say I was pretty pissed. Even more so because when the Rock and Roll machine rolled through he dragged along a posse of borings who I didnt know who indulged in the drink and didn't pay a dime. I've done this before for other parties and got screwed, but I figured for my b-day there would be more generosity. Nope. Two strikes on that front. I was doublepluspissed.
All in all, the party was really fun aside from that. I always like to go out of my way to make sure a party is enjoyable, I like being a good host. I just hate losing money over it.
I got some sweet gifts too. Aqua Teens Volume Three, a copy of Traffic, and a ticket to see Chevelle among others. Chevelle has become one of my favorite bands lately. I've always liked them, but even so more now with the new album. I really get into their dark, brooding, hard, yet always intelligently crafted, lyrics. I wonder how the pit will be for the show.
Oh, filming today for Pimp and the Stone went terrificly. The highlight, however, included a couple of germans in an SUV who were listening to the hybrid Jay-Z / Linkin Park album. Upon seeing Jamie getting changed in the middle of the street (albeit in the extremely confusing, yet amazingly, discreet style all women are taught when they hit puberty) they asked us questions in garbled Germenglish like "you have party? I get tickets? tickets, da? har har har!" Then they decided to turn around and drive by a couple more times. For the record, it was a one way street. Then, they decide to park themselves in a parking lot down the street and watch us. Ok. Odd, but Ok. Later, they pull up (in the middle of shot) and stop next to Jamie and proposition here with questions like "do you have boyfriend?, what doing you after? you like chocolate, German chocolate, da? I was personally fed up with them at this point and was just waiting for them to say / do something stupid so I could punk them off whilst in a Pimp suit with my wizard staff and ZZ top beard. Oh man, just think about that? How could you live with yourself after having your ass handed to you by a Wizard Pimp? That would haunt you the rest of your life. I wish I flipped out, damn me and my tolerance to ignorant immigrants.
Oh well! Hippity Hoppity Fuckity Fuck, Prestidigitonium!
The ususal suspects were more than happy to oblige to these requirements and even went out to pick up threads for the occasion. On the other hand, I purchased the Red Bull and Cognac to make the Crunk Juice. It was surprisingly expensive, about $80 to make 20 servings. $35 for the case of Red Bull and another $35 for the Hennessy.
To atone for this I put out a donation jar for those who would partake in the juice, and in the end only got $20. Needless to say I was pretty pissed. Even more so because when the Rock and Roll machine rolled through he dragged along a posse of borings who I didnt know who indulged in the drink and didn't pay a dime. I've done this before for other parties and got screwed, but I figured for my b-day there would be more generosity. Nope. Two strikes on that front. I was doublepluspissed.
All in all, the party was really fun aside from that. I always like to go out of my way to make sure a party is enjoyable, I like being a good host. I just hate losing money over it.
I got some sweet gifts too. Aqua Teens Volume Three, a copy of Traffic, and a ticket to see Chevelle among others. Chevelle has become one of my favorite bands lately. I've always liked them, but even so more now with the new album. I really get into their dark, brooding, hard, yet always intelligently crafted, lyrics. I wonder how the pit will be for the show.
Oh, filming today for Pimp and the Stone went terrificly. The highlight, however, included a couple of germans in an SUV who were listening to the hybrid Jay-Z / Linkin Park album. Upon seeing Jamie getting changed in the middle of the street (albeit in the extremely confusing, yet amazingly, discreet style all women are taught when they hit puberty) they asked us questions in garbled Germenglish like "you have party? I get tickets? tickets, da? har har har!" Then they decided to turn around and drive by a couple more times. For the record, it was a one way street. Then, they decide to park themselves in a parking lot down the street and watch us. Ok. Odd, but Ok. Later, they pull up (in the middle of shot) and stop next to Jamie and proposition here with questions like "do you have boyfriend?, what doing you after? you like chocolate, German chocolate, da? I was personally fed up with them at this point and was just waiting for them to say / do something stupid so I could punk them off whilst in a Pimp suit with my wizard staff and ZZ top beard. Oh man, just think about that? How could you live with yourself after having your ass handed to you by a Wizard Pimp? That would haunt you the rest of your life. I wish I flipped out, damn me and my tolerance to ignorant immigrants.
Oh well! Hippity Hoppity Fuckity Fuck, Prestidigitonium!
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