4th annual Summer Jump Off

Oh yes!

So sorry I don't have pictures of the melee that ensued yesterday at the Summer Jump Off. But if there was one thing to be said, it is this:

People got MESSED UP!

Don't know if was the Amsterdam imported Black Widow that was passed around midafternoon or the shady Magic Punch that London FIing concocted, but three people had to leave early because of hallucinations or other ill reactions to the liquor and pot.

One slammed her hand in the patio door. Another frantically asked several people, "Where's the snowplow? There's 8 inches of snow out here, where's the snowplow?"

I think I was drunk for part of the night. I kept thinking that my dog bones were telling me to jump over our wall and bite our new neighbors.

And if that wasn't bad enough, then there was Gi.

Gi spent most of the afternoon in her room while 30 of Bee's closet friends ate steak kabobs, sirloin burgers and other bbq delights on the patio and the mellow house music blared from the stereo speakers. That in itself was strange.

When she finally popped up, she told Bee she was shy around new people and perhaps needed a beer to warm up. Bee poured her a glass of wine, and sent her off to the patio to make new friends.

A half hour later, Bee is in the kitchen cleaning up beer bottles and plastic cups when partygoers report that "your roommate is wasted." Bee goes outside to assess, and is greeted by an 85-pound swaying Indian girl sloshing her red wine on her jeans.

"HAAAYYYY!!!! THIS IS MYY ROOOMMMAAAATTEE!! SHEEEEZZZZ THE BEST!" Gi yells. Bee is not amused.
"Dude , get a burger."
"I'm VEGETARIAN!!" Gi yells. "AND I"M WASTED!"

Swaying, yelling, laughing continues for an hour. Then she turns into whiny drunk, wailing on about her missing cell phone that unbeknownst to her is in her pants pocket. "I'M MEETING FRIENDS TO GO OUT AND GET WASTED AT A BARRRR!!!"
This is why the roommates were hesitant about living with a 23 year old girl who is just getting acclimated to the city.

As people started to leave, Gi passed out on a lawn chair outside until she realized someone had blown out the tiki torches and left her in the dark. Then she stumbled back to her bedroom, where in hindsight, she probably should have stayed in the first place.

Such craziness. Such confusion. Which all begged the question: "What the hell was in that punch?"