I invited 3 people over. I said we could drink from 3-5 until the band came on. Suddenly I had missed the band, and there were 20 people in my apartment, and they were all calling their friends to come join the party. I finally kicked them out and now I am left with empty bottles, a pizza crust on my windowsill, popcorn mashed into my carpet, and a random guy puking in my bathroom. And the worst part is I really want to take a poo.

I guess all the stereotypes about theatre people are true afterall.