Damn. That was one hot party. Jason, you would have heartily approved!

So, I'm basically taking a break from doing diffE homework (easy!) to make this post and let everyone know how amazing that party was. Okay, let's set the scene first: young, up-and-coming chemical engineer with really easy NASA job gets house in nice complex near Galveston. Has too much money, decides that a house party with 5 gallons of tequilla is certainly a beautiful way to rid himself of said money.

I agree.

Night started out well with a few drinks--old people still remained (he invited the neighbors as an insurance policy)--but soon things turned crazy, thanks in large part to our resident Danceophile, Jesse Cortez.

As I was slowly working my way into an internship at NASA next Summer, I noticed the lights randomly flickering. They flickered a few more times, and then they went off. For good.

The music was turned up, and the party began. Needless to say, I remember little of what followed, save for some sort of strange game where a girl rolled citrus fruit up and down my pantlegs, taking great pains to slowly and lingeringly work it through the delicate...*ahem*...'checkpoint' that existed in the middle of this wonderful pant-race.

Summary: Possible Job + Drinks + Citrus Fruits + Love = Happy Josh

I bid you good day, everyone!