So Lissa got Crystal and I invites to the exclusive Ichiban halloween party. Ichiban is a sushi restaurant in SLC, and every year they do an all you can eat, all you can drink, invite only costume party. I expected about what you did when you read that: utopia.
I went as a motoGP racer, Crystal went as my umbrella girl. Bonnie and Pat went as Dorothy and the tin man, Lissa and mitch went as Katsup and Mustard bottles.
We got there and it was way crowded. We ate and got a drink, then a shot. the food was amazing, and the crowd was a lot of fun. I ran into Jerry and Brett from Club 6 at the bar. They ran out of hard alcohol pretty quick, and the beer disappeared shortly after that. They broke into the Kirin and Sapporo from the bar stock and went thru that pretty quickly as well.
Crystal got really, really, really drunk... so we went for air. We came in and danced with Bonnie, Lissa and everyone. The dance floor was covered in alcohol, so everyone fell down a lot.
Crystal decided she REALLY needed some air, so we went outside and hung out behind ichiban waiting for her to lose her dinner. I went inside to get Bonnie's keys when i found out that Pat fell on the dancefloor and was now covered in blood. I ran to the car with Bonnie yelling "the tin man's been hurt! the tin man's hurt!!!". Watching Dorothy do that is some funny ass shit, let me tell you.
I got the car, got the tinman in the car (turns out it was only a scratch on his ear, nothing to get excited about), got bonnie in the car, put crystal in the car and we were just about ready for home (ahem, 10:30pm) when crystal decided she needed air. the rear window was still rolling down when she started puking out of it. Mad respect points, tho, she totally missed the car's interior.
We got home and got crystal a trashcan, which she used for about the next 2 hours... on the couch, in the bathroom, and in the bedroom.
We woke up this morning to a slamming door around 8am. Turns out pat was so drunk he pissed bonnie's bed. She was less than thrilled. Bonnie, Crystal and i made breakfast as they both tried to piece together their evenings and cure their hangovers.
I'm not really sure if i'm happy i stayed sorta sober, or if i would have rather been as bombed as everyone else. On the plus side, it would have sucked to take a cab home with all those drunk nuts bleeding and vomiting