I was at a party a couple months ago, and there was literally a shit-ton of people there. Like an SI measurement of a shit-ton. The house was big and full of people, so we walked out to the patio. The patio was full of people, so we walked to the yard. The yard was full of people, so we walked to the secondary yard. That's right: a secondary yard. The secondary yard was full of people so we walked to the hidden secret discovery yard. Oh yeah. It was a lot like discovering Specter from Big Fish. There were Christmas lights hanging everywhere and I'm not sure how I got there. Was able to hold onto my shoes and escape, luckily. On an unrelated note, don't drink absinthe, kids.

P.S. Are you one of those people who, if you're at a new friend's house, a party, or other social gathering, and they have a pet, you HAVE TO PAY ATTENTION TO THAT PET? Animals are friends to awkward people everywhere, but can be a hindrance to encourage your antisocial behavior. Or is that just me?