Par-tay
So I was invited to a party yesterday. The hostess said show up around 9ish. I got there a little after nine and we were the only ones there. But I still wrote my name on my beer to make sure it didn't get confused with any of the other drinks. It was at least 45 minutes before the other hostess even showed up. Finally at 10 another person came. They were all calling people begging them to come 'cause it's not really a party with only 4 people. It's more like a really sad book club or something. Eventually around 11 or so more people came. We played a couple silly drinking games. There was a photo taken of me popping the ID back into the pants pocket of some girl after it came out. At the end of the night we ate at Pelminis, which serves pelminis (Russian dumplings). They were just a little meatball wrapped in dough, boiled, then sprinkled with McCormic's seasoned salt that they charge $5 for.
2 comments:
I wasn't ever claiming that Pel'menis was fantastic - just that you can't consider yourself to have been part of Juneau's "party scene" without having had them. Personally - they make me feel a little ill.
Also - you forgot to mention how AMAZING the party was once people showed up and how AWESOME it was since we all drank obscene amounts of alcohol. Maybe you were not drinking as much as me, but whatev.
Yikes! I feel for the hostesses.... There's nothing worse then a party with no partiers.
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