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12.11.99 12:14 p.m.

"Hell, Madame, is to love no longer."

  - George Bernanos 

Created on 7/19/01 from a letter written to Conor.
I am actually somewhat glad Flynn and Conor did not come to my birthday party. The party got out of hand and I would not have wanted to exposed them to it.
Kate's roommate got two jugs of red wine. I was opposed to this, but chose the non-violent resistance path. Kate assured me that she would not be drinking much (she had half a glass, as a celebratory act), nor would any drink whom I felt shouldn't. And, honestly, I do not think the red wine was very much of a problem. It did make some of the people a bit raucous, but that was about it. Actually a few rather imbibed lasses slept on the floor to prevent them from driving drunk.
What really tainted it for me (though, honestly, I did take this upon myself) was the fact that my friend Virginia's roommate (who was not at the party) had tequila. And she gave it to a friend of hers, Sara. So, I spend a good forty-five minutes holding Sara's hair back while she vomited. She was puking on the trellis that connected to outside to the dorms.
When I got back to the party, I noticed Virginia was not acting as she should. I knew her to be a rather straightedge lass, so I was curious. Evidently, from what I pieced together, she did about 3 shots of tequila before downing several glasses of bad red wine. This made her drunker that I have ever seen someone. I made her drink water and kept her awake. Then, I took her to the girls’ bathroom and held her hair while she vomited. Around this time, Sara was asking me if I knew where her keys were. She followed me around for an hour, thinking I could find her keys. Finally, V hurled most of the contents of her stomach into the toilet. She flushed it and then tried to play with the toilet water, which I stopped her from doing. Kate came into the bathroom and suggested that we take V to her bedroom in hopes she would sleep it off. No sooner had she hit her bed that she puked all over her floor. Kate nobly tried to cover it but her stomach couldn't take it. So I took over.
Actually, once V had been put to bed, I actually enjoyed the party. By that time, it had dwindled to only a few people. So we had cake that Katie had made me and just hung out. It was so nice! There were some nice parts to the party, though. We had a great scavenger hunt in the labyrinthine basement of Kate's dorm. And Kate gave me one of my gifts (I get two), Brian Froud's (of Dark Crystal/Labyrinth fame) Good Faeries, Bad Faeries: 2 Books in 1. I also got a plastic potato gun, a twisted fork, and a plate that was drawn on. Which I actually enjoyed a lot. And my friend Melissa was there, which surprised me enormously. Also, I got to sleepover with Kate. And her roommate promised to do a caricature of me on Tuesday (my real birthday) after Kate gives me my better gift (she told me I am going to love the gift I get on Tuesday. So, suspense abound.)
It took us four hours to clean up her room this morning, too. I haven't even showered yet.
Whooo! Fun.

reading: about fairies
listening: the tv yelling at mewanting: less fondue in my shoe. Like, none.
interesting thought: The good can fall in one night and never get up.

Thomm Quackenbush is an author and teacher in the Hudson Valley. Double Dragon publishes four novels in his Night's Dream series (We Shadows, Danse Macabre, and Artificial Gods, and Flies to Wanton Boys). He has sold jewelry in Victorian England, confused children as a mad scientist, filed away more books than anyone has ever read, and tried to inspire the learning disabled and gifted. He is capable of crossing one eye, raising one eyebrow, and once accidentally groped a ghost. When not writing, he can be found biking, hiking the Adirondacks, grazing on snacks at art openings, and keeping a straight face when listening to people tell him they are in touch with 164 species of interstellar beings. He likes when you comment.

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