Lets do it like it's our first... last time

The neighbors are leaving the building at the end of the month, and there's no telling what kind of replacements are coming in. Attractive college girls with a high tolerance for loud music and disregard for clothing? A family that goes to bed at 8pm? An old man who's come to astoria to die?

The only thing to do is party, big. Cell phones have been scanned through, myspace has been spammed, emails sent out, and the chain of 2nd and 3rd hand invites has no doubt begun to spider out.

What can be expected? We've sectioned out the rooms, and will even be opening a new room for the first time in our apartment's party history due to the overwhelming amount of people expected.

The Wine Room, or mark and sean's room, will be a place for chit chat, wine drinking, casual sex, and perhaps some subdued games of taboo.

The Beer Room, or the kitchen, will be my room of choice. This is where the beer pong will take place, the main event. This will no doubt be the most energetic room and the only place to find the beer.

The dance hall, or the living room, is where you'll find the hard liquor and the loudest music. Come here if you're into dancing, spilling drinks, catching a lap dance, or passing out at the end of the night - claim your couch/chair/corner early!

The control room, or my room, is where the mojo is controlled. I'll be accepting text message song requests from now and during the party. Come to this room for the most intimate experience and a little more pull in song choice.

The green room, Matt's room, what could possibly go down in here? Proceed with caution.

"Remember when I said it's on like Donkey Kong? This is what I was talking about." - Mark Tubridy