Valley Party Adventure

Although I promised to post more often, I have been out of touch for the past week-end because of this very party I am going to write about. It was so absolutely epic that it put me out of comission for the next couple of days. I'm used to UCSC last minute impromptu dance parties where only my good friends show up, and 1/3 of the play list through everyone is either too fucked up to dance or outside smoking ciggarettes. Shitty, right?

Valley parties are way different though. I've been to a few courtesy of Stefan since moving back to the SFV, but none of them were quite as "off-the-hook" as this one. This party had a full security team with intimidating men in suits standing around and staring down the rowdier party goers, an open bar (serving jungle juice and cheap beer) and even wristbands! 

But let me begin with the beginning... 

Here's how and why I have sworn off alcohol for the next 30 days (I'm dead serious). 

Kami and I decided to start off with a little pre-gaming. So we took swigs from the bottle of raspberry vodka Kami keeps in the trunk of her car, just in case...

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Once pre-gaming was over, we went in. What we discovered was a fully decked out frat-house

hosting a glow in the dark Alice in Wonderland themed party. It kinda blew my mind....

A glow in the dark Wonderland filled with scantily clad and extremely intoxicated rabbits, jokers, playing cards, and just your average Valley guy and girl. The word "son" was flying around like nobody's business. 

The decor was awesome. Notice little glow in the dark Alice in between Kami's shoulder and shirtless dude. 

Frat dude in obligatory "pussy" hat. Where do I get one of those?

Kami's childhood friend who now belongs to the fraternity that hosted the event. 

Said CSUN Fraternity

I swear I was the only one wearing long-sleeves in the entire house. Hey, I dressed for the weather, not for the all the shirtless guys walking around trying to pick up chicks. Notice the two empty party cups in our hands. So, as soon as we get there, Kami suggested we chug the jungle juice before they run out. Three or four refills later, they weren't running out of booze any time soon and I was so completly blitzed I ended up taking off my shirt! Don't worry, I'm all about layering, so I had an undershirt on. Fortunatelly, there are no photos to document the rest of the night's events. Seriously though, I woke up with the meanest fucking hangover in hangover history. I really thought I was dying of something similar but much more vicious than the stomach-flu. My hangover symptons lasted through this morning (the chills, nausea, more nausea at the thought of drinking any type of alcohol). That's an entire 52 hours cursing the moment I thought it was a good idea to keep up with Kami's drinking while wondering what I could eat or drink in order to make me feel better. The only things that have worked so far have been Peptobismol and veggie subs from Quickie's Pizza on the corner of Laurel Canyon and Moorpark. Seriously, Im not drinking again for 30 days and even then I doubt I will have more than a couple of drinks. For the next month, I'll just have to resort to being the DD or the sober person that remembers every embarasssing thing said the night before. Suh-weet! 

Anyway, enough about my epic hang over. Here's more pics from the night. 

Kami - always the trooper- getting reading for her CSUN dance debut.

Dude in bright pink briefs dancing all up in my homegirl's grill.

Kami, you fucking rock!

So the rest of the night played out something like that, but I wouldn't have ever guessed since I was completely sauced. Thank god for digital photos. This was an epic night and an epic party, certainly one that does justice to Valley Parties in general and North of The Blvd's desire for endless fun/boozing/adventures. Fuck yeah! 

And one more thing,

I completely adore this girl, but never again will I try to keep up with her drinking pace.

Oh well, I learn something new every day! 

Until next time, where you will hear from whilst at the Biltmore Hotel in L.A., or possibly while I am on set again trying to kill time.