I don't remember how the whole thing ended, but I never did get the phone, that much I know. Today, I had a message on my machine from the party. Someone said something funny and I made them leave it on my answering machine. Now it makes absolutely no sense. You know how it goes.
Drunken revelry is always fun.
I feel sort of bad for all my friends. Matt was the designated driver, and it must have been boring as hell to be sober among all these strange drunk people. I don't think I really talked too much to anyone else, and I know they thought Mark and his friends were kind of odd. They are, but in a good way. Man, I had a blast.