Jow and I skipped Crucible itself and while I too could listen to Jason talk all day and would have liked to have seen RO’s lecture and meet Lavanah, and I always learn something new about voodoo from Kenaz, let me be real, it’s all about the after party.
I’ve been friends with the party host (B.) since I was too young to drink and he was just old enough to and he was dating my best friend at the time so needless to say, we’ve been partying together for about oh almost half our lives along with my best friend A. who while is not maaaaaaaaaaagic per se, she’ll put up with it especially if there’s good booze and fun to be had. But it’s not a Pagan/Occult party unless you have High Drama with at least a quarter of the room which of course I did. So before the party I started text A. about suddenly not knowing what to wear upon hearing the guest list and tried to get things for the party and breakfast at Target but got all socially anxious to the point that I just abandoned my basket in the middle of the hosiery section. I texted her the vital information that (a) I didn’t have any boots and couldn’t find any (b) I don’t know how slutty to dress for this and (c) I had lost my will to live.
People who don’t know me or don’t me well assume I of course love parties and people and being gregarious because I’ve worked v. hard both magically and mundanely to present myself that way. The truth of the matter is I’m terribly shy, often grumpy and only really like it when I throw the party or event because then I can hide in the kitchen as much as I like, I can always have an excuse to escape and I can throw everyone out when I’m done with them. A. promptly replied with: (a) Wear your Uggs (b) I’m giving you permission to dress as slutty as you want tonight and (c) get dressed, I don’t care. I sighed knowing that I wouldn’t be able to whine my way into a night of iCarly and jug wine and didn’t put up a fuss. Luckily, A. knowing that I was two seconds away from becoming a non compliant limp toddler, texted H., B.’s gf who was going to be in the suite earlier than expected and we were invited to hang out and pre-game. A. came over and approved my outfit and ordered me to put on my makeup and do my hair and stop whining. Jow asked what “battle perfume” I’d be wearing and A. didn’t really know what he meant so I explained that I have both actually magically formulated perfume from places like BPAL and “regular” perfume that I wear to suit my mood and/or how I want to portray myself. She nodded and said she only owned Juicy Couture perfume ’cause that’s all she needs. Being Jersey girls, that is a fair statement. We got into the car and I had a moment of complete deja vu especially since we were heading towards Princeton, past my old place and it was the way we’d always take to get to Philly to go goth clubbing and because the hotel was in the development of my old company meaning I could navigate there and back heavily intoxicated no problem.
We got up to the suite and H. and B. were kind enough to let me be bossy and arrange the food and the bar to my liking so I could help bartend. A., Jow and I decided it was then time to induct H. into the Secret Society of Awesome & Alize and then I tasted all of B.’s meads so I could arrange them in order of dryness. Jow and I shared a shot of tequila because it was where we met years ago – I was giving a lecture and he had a crush on me though I didn’t know it because he wouldn’t speak directly to me (but I like you/ I like you so much/ I talk to everyone but you) and then a few years later we started flirting and I was on a panel of his and it always felt like he was talking only to me. He decided that year to impress me even though he has the liver of a twelve year old girl and everyone told him that going shot for shot with me was a terrible idea because I was The Tequila Queen at the time but he did it anyway and eventually we started dating and then got engaged and now we’re to be married.
It was a smaller party this year which meant less physical distraction from High Drama but also meant that my friends had me drinking heroic amounts of pumpkin liquor/vodka and shots of tequila with many cig breaks to provide Other Distraction. I was also promised to be allowed to lie down next to the koi pond with the huge koi with the bottle of pumpkin liquor and serenade the koi with as much Katy Perry as I wanted until we got tossed out if it got too bad. I ran into Jason and RO downstairs during one of those breaks. We deposited Jow so he could geek out there and went to gossip, flirt and drink more pumpkin liquor (which I informed them that they should be doing as well and they laughed and joined us at the party shortly after). We filmed our youtube hello, I made my rounds with A. for a few hours but after a double shot of tequila egged on by B. (who is a terrible influence) at 4a and the room started getting slightly spinning and I had had enough of High Drama, random boys looking down my top (though I didn’t mind with a lovely young girl, which reminds me of another Crucible party where I was feeling curmudgeonly as usual but apparently that’s attractive to occult girls and so several cute girls spent the party petting my hair) and dick waving that will inevitably happen when you put booze and occultists in a room for enough hours and we headed out where we got to witness several rounds of Young Indian Wedding Guest High Drama which we kind of wanted to get involved with but Jow said no and we made our way home, stopping for the traditional ohmigod o’clock you are too drunk to actually handle sitting in a diner like a civilized person and instead need to go to a 7-11 for a cheeseburger big bite and hope that you can handle money exchanged for goods and services. Then home to take off all your jewelry and shoes but forget about your make up and insist on singing Katy Pery at the top of one’s lungs until you are distracted into other pursuits and then sleep fitfully with a bowl next to your bed just in case and then have the mother of all hangovers the next day because no matter how much you may insist intellectually to your body that you can still party like you did when you were 23, your body will have no problem explaining in vicious detail that it has a dissenting opinion and to shut the hell up, thank you.
Still. There’s a pounding my head/ Glitter all over the room/ Pink flamingos in the pool/ I smell like a minibar/ Pictures of last night/ Ended up online/ I’m screwed/ Oh well/ It’s a black top blur/ But I’m pretty sure it ruled/ This Friday night/ Do it all again/ This Friday night/ Do it all again. . .