Why do I go through all this trouble for you pricks? Every year someone gets kicked out, lands themselves in jail, or wakes up in a strange place.
This all started years ago when my parents told me our dead end block was included in the block party around the corner. All in all, it was 34 households throwing family parties, with activities such as hayrides, cookouts, and a jump'n'fun. It was the perfect opportunity to invite my shit head friends to come over and get rowdy.
I figured I'd get The Avantist (who at the time I referred to as "the advantists" because I'm an idiot) to play, and watch skate videos on a projector. It was a great time, and I wanted to make it happen again.
Life got crazy one year, and I was out of town for a summer. I became complacent after blowing a chance to have Andrew WK come and DJ. But with the help of some amazing people, we were able to still have a huge party. There was a few double ended dildos that night that freaked out some, but entertained most. A friend called the morning after explaining how he woke up in his bed, with no recollection of how he got there, bleeding from his head. So much so, that his pillow was stuck to his head as he sprung up in panic.
I wish I could tell you what to expect this time around. But something always surprised me the night of the party. So come on out, bring some beers, bring your dumbass friends, and let's have some fucking fun.