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Tuesday April 15th 2008
Who: Everyone!
What: Astrid's Birthday Party
Where: Tunnels under the Rec Center
When: Starting 9pm
Rating: Z for Zaniness!
Lyle was not new to this. He had thrown many a bash, and hopefully he would throw many more in the future. It was his firm belief that nothing drew together a community like a party, and it seemed he was right. They had a dj (and some "borrowed" equipment from the music room, hopefully Professor Witt would not notice or mind), decorations, cake, and enough liquor to sedate a herd of zebras. This was going to be a great party simply because Lyle demanded it to be so. He needed this distraction, a lot of people did. Lately things had been sucking like whoa.
He'd told Astrid to come somewhat early so she could scope out her party room, and also to kind of play hostess since, regardless of Lyle organizing everything, it was her event. He was glad when he saw her, smiling at her outfit. His own was a ridiculous geeky nightmare. "Hey, Astrid," he said pleasantly. "Happy birthday. Liquor's over there, food's there, aaaaaaannnnddddd..." He pulled her present from under the drink table. "I didn't wrap it," he shrugged apologetically. "It would look pretty awful if I did. Anyway. There's a couple rolls of Smarties in there too." Slipping behind the bar (which was just a table with coolers of liquor behind it), Lyle looked at her expectantly. "What's your poison?"
What: Astrid's Birthday Party
Where: Tunnels under the Rec Center
When: Starting 9pm
Rating: Z for Zaniness!
Lyle was not new to this. He had thrown many a bash, and hopefully he would throw many more in the future. It was his firm belief that nothing drew together a community like a party, and it seemed he was right. They had a dj (and some "borrowed" equipment from the music room, hopefully Professor Witt would not notice or mind), decorations, cake, and enough liquor to sedate a herd of zebras. This was going to be a great party simply because Lyle demanded it to be so. He needed this distraction, a lot of people did. Lately things had been sucking like whoa.
He'd told Astrid to come somewhat early so she could scope out her party room, and also to kind of play hostess since, regardless of Lyle organizing everything, it was her event. He was glad when he saw her, smiling at her outfit. His own was a ridiculous geeky nightmare. "Hey, Astrid," he said pleasantly. "Happy birthday. Liquor's over there, food's there, aaaaaaannnnddddd..." He pulled her present from under the drink table. "I didn't wrap it," he shrugged apologetically. "It would look pretty awful if I did. Anyway. There's a couple rolls of Smarties in there too." Slipping behind the bar (which was just a table with coolers of liquor behind it), Lyle looked at her expectantly. "What's your poison?"
