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Aftermath

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You know you're old when...
It's Friday and you still haven't recovered from partying last weekend.

The cocktail party was a doozy in the making. Case of champagne, exotic cheese, live jazz. People that came in the beginning were wow-ed by our presentation.

"Your party was lovely," Julia told me as I entered the office on Monday.

I smirked. "Umm, yeah," I replied recalling all the debauchery.

The best part of the party (in my opinion) was while I was peeing. After I had entered the bathroom and sat down on the throne, someone opened the door. Not good.

It was Shannon.

"Phil!" she exclaimed, as she closed the door behind her. "I really need to make out with someone, but the guy I want to make out with is being chased by another chick."

She sighed loudly and put her hands on her hips.

"Um, I'm sorry?" I wondered if she realized that I was peeing. "Maybe you can make out with a girl."

Shannon was just feeling left out of the party. Basically everyone there had just started making out with random people. There were in bedrooms, on the porch, on the side of the house, everywhere. It was like Spin The Bottle with no bottle, and everyone was way to old to be playing.

I couldn't wait for the next morning, when all the drama broke loose, and I got to appriase the aftermath. Afterwards, I imagined a lot of people anwering the question "So are you dating?" with the answer "I don't know."  ¶ 11:06 AM