holla at a playa

I don't know who actually reads this, but if you go to Rice and you weren't at my party last night then you missed out on some hardcore shit. I think it was some sort of record for attendance at a private party - when the fire alarm went off, I was almost sure that there were 300 people standing in the little forest between Will Rice and Hanszen. At least, Officer Anderson said that he thought there were at least 300 people there, and I trust his opinion. We went through three kegs and 15 gallons of punch in about two and a half to three hours. Wow.

Dancing all night was a success, too. I DJed for at least 2 hours (with breaks) and people really enjoyed what I was doing. It's almost impossible to chop and screw live and work it into a mix because you need two tables to do it, but I did it a couple of times (seamlessley enought that most people didnt notice). There was certainly a lot of partying going on in that room. And the biggest surprise was that the other common room, with the TV and surround sound hooked up to someone's iPod, was bumping as well. Even after the fire alarm and after we floated. Both rooms were completely full, as well as the balcony and there were at least 100 people outside in the forest at any given time. What an amazing scene. Everyone had a great time.

Parties are a strange creature. When it was getting started, the only people there were 90s kids (and friends), and we were all out on the balcony and in the girls' rooms upstairs getting ready. So at 10:30 when the first group of Wiess freshmen came by, they thought it was going to be a bust and took off after consuming some of our famous lemonade punch. Then Montoya, Diana, and Caroline came in and were the only people not from our immediate group in the room, but they were dedicated to actually staying in the party room, and after that I started DJing as no one actually left after that. The next time I took a look outside, it was people literally as far as I could see. All of Rice made a mass exodus from the rest of campus and congregated on our room. So it was this lull before the storm, when we thought we would have a hard time getting it started, and then there was the seed group that caused people not to leave, and then the floodgates opened. What an intense night. None of us even got really drunk, because we were all dealing with different stuff (I DJed, some people were outside making sure there were no cups outside, once the fire alarm went off we all helped deal with it and made sure no one bothered Officer Anderson). I think we really dodged the bullet with the cops, actually, because we got the coolest cop EVER and he didn't mind that there was a lot of noise/people outside even though that qualifies us as a public party and they can come in. He just said keep the drinks inside. I guess he figured out that it would have been impossible for him to tell us to all go inside because of the massive number of people there.

If you're ever in the 713, holla at a playa, holla at a playa, holla at a playa. What a great time.