The 3 Elements that Make a Good Party

Ok... so it's been a while. And no, I'm never going to explain about my hat. As long as I remember what happened based on that picture, that is all that matters. Besides- it's not that good of a story any way, except to me :)

So instead, I'll write about the three elements that make a good party. Now, most of you might be thinking, those are simple. the main one being beer, the second on being anyone of the opposite sex, and the third one being a personal preference.

Oh but wait, you would be wrong! The 3 elements of a good party are not quite that simple. The 3 mentioned above are very good elements, but those are all necessary for any party once you reach a certain age. The 3 that make a good party are:

Blood
Tears
Nakedness

Now these do not have to go in any particular order, but they are all necessary for a good party. Loopy, why are these the things? Wouldn't two of those things make a bad party? No my dear (and two) friends that read this terrible excuse for a blog, they do not. Here is how these things came to define a party:

It was a few summers ago, back when I was still making an ass of my self when I would go down to Auburn for fun. I was friends with the girls, and friends with Ray, J-Vo, and Robert. I didn't know any of the boys then (and sometimes I look back on those days fondly). I went down there to hang with Annie, and once down there I was told we were going to Sexton's lake house. I am up for anything. We get there, and start drinking, and everyone is having a good time. I'm mostly hanging with the girls, but eventually start talking to some of the guys. At some point, we are all a few sheets to the wind. Annie is taking on the boys for one-on-one beer pong challenges, and winning btw. She is just tearing it up. I have mentioned at least a hundred times throughout the night that we have to go skinny dipping... we HAVE to since I never have before. Ray is having some issues. I have earned the name Ms. Loopy (which i hate), and started to make some friends. Well, at some point, A-town tries to pick Annie up by throwing her over his shoulder. Unfortunately, he is drunk, the floor is wet, and all of a sudden they go down in a heap of arms and legs. Annie, once hitting the floor, bites down on her own lip so hard that she basically bites right through it. There is blood (Element #1) everywhere, the girls are freaking out trying to help her, A-town is crying (Element #2) because he hurt Annie. Annie, needless to say goes on to beat the rest of the guys at beer pong and promptly puts her and her swollen lip to bed.
So, we have two of the elements, and it's still fairly early in the evening. At some point, Blair calls me out on wanting to skinny dip. I put it off and put it off. I sit on the dock watching other people swim, talking, having people give me shit and then turn around and try and talk me into my earlier statement. Eventually, mostly because I can't back out at this point and to prove everyone wrong, I get naked (Element #3) and jump in. This is not something that I do at this point in my life. I'm pretty reserved still (well, that isn't true anymore). I am the only girl that actually gets naked the entire night, but many of the boys do. Most of the girls that are still up get thrown in with all their clothes on. Needless to say, it was a good time.

Now I know that this does not sound like the best story. But if you know me or any of the Auburn kids (or you were actually there), you know this is a good story. I was by far at my best drunk state ever- super fun, but not sick drunk. Willing to do something slightly stupid that most people thought was pretty funny and sometimes still give me shit for. In the end, totally worth it.

But think about it- don't most of the really good, even great, parties have these elements incorporated into most of the stories? I thought so. Case rested.

Next time you go to a party, you should think to yourself: "Now how am I going to make this happen?"