Well, my 33rd birthday proved to be quite exciting, and the party (fight included) was one of the larger ones that we’ve thrown.
Special thanks to Eli for loaning us his jello syringes.
Link to 6+ flickr pages of pictures is HERE.
UPDATE: 2/4/2007: Now with video of “The Rappening”.
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Clint’s 33rd Birthday Party, 1/13/2007
Where do I even begin? My birthday party seemed to be a smashing success, with every room in the house (except our off-limits bedroom) full of people. The next day, I heard there was even a beer left in the middle of the street (?!?). There was even a “fight”, unfortunately. All-in-all, we had to dump at least 25 beers worth of alcohol down the sink — but only 4 or 5 cans had liquidy butts in them (yay?). Everybody had a good time, and we were not completely recovered even by Monday. A week later, we are still drinking leftover beer and eating leftover party favors.
The first guest (Mark I) arrived around 7PM. Mark was also the last guest to leave, around 7AM. As usual, it was a long party. Mark, Brent, and Kim were there within 15 minutes of each other. Around 9PM the Leesburg crew showed up: Eli, Jason & Anna, Chris. By 10:30PM there were simply a shitload of people there and it was impossible to keep track of who was here and who wasn’t.
Many people came to my house for the first time ever. I finally got Brad & Mandy and Kenny & Julie and Christina & Jason(?) out to my place, and they enjoyed the foosball table immensely. I finally was re-united with Courtney, who Sammy brought — I had met her once at a party over 5 years ago. My sister’s roommate Chris W was over for the first time. Angel, Glen, & Meagan‘s friend Jess came over for the first time. Sammy brought his friend Jason who I don’t think had ever been over here before. Eric A brought some friends that I had only ever met during his Cambridge parties. John The Canadien brought over some female friends who were good company. Lauren brought her sister in tow, who I’ve only met at one of Angel’s partie, where she completely kicked my ass in Halo.
PREPARATION
Preparation was a bitch! After having been oppressed so long by horrible furniture setups and lack of use of our space (thanks to Virginia Design Builders taking over 2 years to execute a 3 month contract), we really weren’t quite ready to move our furniture into a useable setup.
The floors upstairs are going to be redone (thanks to KHD Design Build installing the wrong color wood, and instalilng it incorrectly, then cancelling the contract on us, then never refunding us [so far])…. So everything past the pool table will have to be moved out of there again…. And the floors downstairs are giong to be done (tile) at some point too… So, we weren’t really planning on setting things up yet.
But the party took precedence, and we prepared for close to 2 weeks… And it feels nice to have everything semi-moved in, even if the setup is only temporary.
Moving furniture.. Making my back worse… Cleaning enough drywall dust off surfaces to go through several rolls of paper towels.. Making Carolyn’s sinus worse… Waking up with a bloody nose every day since due to all the dust being disturbed… Putting things in a closet that still has to be stained (so everything will have to come out again). It was a pain, the setup was more or less random, and everything will have to be mved at least twice again. I did manage to find an extra coffee table in the attic! [while trying to kill a racoon].”
RSVPs – Thanks
The number of RSVPs definitely helped us motivate ourselves to clean more! Being an extrovert, I get energy from other people (psychic vampire), and if nobody RSVP’ed, I would not have been able to clean so much! Carolyn probably had similar motivations. It looks like 2 “Yes” people didn’t show up, but 5 “Maybe” people and 5 “No” people showed up, which is a bit out of the ordinary. So we had around 50-60 people or so, counting the people who showed up who weren’t on the evite at all.
SYRINGES, OH MY!
The jello syringes (aka jello injectors) were originally purchased by Eli and his roommates, from http://www.coolbarstuff.com/, for their awesome New Year’s party. As Glen said, they not only taste good, but also photograph well. We borrwed 27 out of Eli’s 200. Carolyn made 3 batches of 9 syringes each, plus a LOT of shooter cups, since we made more jello than we had syringes for. The 3 batches Carolyn made were:
- Green Lime + Everclear — It was potent! These were the only jello shots I’ve done in my life where I felt noticeably drunker within 30 seconds of taking it. These were dangerous!
- Black Cherry + Cherry Brandy — these were good too, but not as strong as the green lime
- Strawberry + Tequilla — like a jello margarita, but not as strong as the green lime
GIFTS — Thanks guys!
Several gifts/party favors came including many fabulous liquor bottles, excellent party food, as well as a couple magnets for the spiral stairs. Angel brought her bread pudding which became nicknamed “jizz brownies” due to the appearance of the whiskey sauce, and everyone seemed to really like them.
The most “Clint” present given to me was from Glen (pictured below) & Meagan (pictured to the right). They had 2 presents. I opened the first one, and it was a tee-shirt with Beavis drawn on it. Awesome, I don’t think I even have a B&B tee-shirt (just a sweater).
Then, the next present. Glen told me that Meagan picked out the first one, but the one he picked out is better. I opened it up and.. lo and behold.. it was another Beavis & Butt-head tee-shirt. The exact same shirt.
They explained that since I like to burn two copies of all my data, and always have a backup, that they were providing me with a backup copy of my shirt. I should put it in storage for when the frist shirt wears out (15 years?), so I will have a brand new replacement. Good idea. I will definitely do this. It may end up in one of our numbered, catalogged attic boxes.
Anyway, it was definitely very Clint and I had a great laugh about it.
OH, THE DRUNKEN DRAMA!
The lowlight (oppositte of highlight?) of the party was Ben, and an incident I can only describe as “The Rappening”. Ben, Ben, Ben, I don’t even know where to begin. Oh shit, I better not rhyme. I’ve had enough rhyming and rapping for a lifetime! So, perhaps as early as midnight, Nathan started freesyling’, and apparantly this impressed Ben enough to rap. Non-stop. For hours. Regardless of who was around. Regardless of if anybody was actually listening. Regardless of having some really shitty rhymes and no real cadence, and occasionally even making up a word just to rhyme.
He should have stuck to the guitar I let him play. Instead, he just kept going. And going. And going. And annoying everyone around him. He may have gotten sick? All I know is Carolyn deemed that it was time for John The Canadien to deal with the guy he brought. This was important karma for JtC, because *I* have had to be in the situation of dealing with JtC back when JtC was “that guy”. John has come a long way since then, and I think he can appreciate the situatinon he was put in as being one that he has put others in in the past. So anyway, Carolyn had to get John to check up on Ben, and birthed the following awesomest of awesome party quotes:
“John, you need to check on Ben. The last time I saw him coherent, he was rapping into the toilet.“
Yes, that is not a typo. He kept on rapping, even as he was possibly kissing (or rapping to) the porcelain goddess. That boy would not stop.
Ultimately, around 2:45AM, he went apeshit, got kicked in the head, had to be physical subdued (see below picture; click on it and please comment over at Flickr — there is more talk about this incident there) by msyelf and others, and I had to scream in his face at the top of my lungs with my face so close that my nose was touching his. I had not screamed with such intensity in any seriousness in a very very long time. The testosterone felt nice.
Here was Ben immediately after being subdued. Click the picture and read the comments — there is a lot more talk about the “incident” in the photo comments. This was around the time he just started screaming, “Why!? Why?! WHY?!?!”
THE APOLOGY FOR THE DRAMA
I am very sorry and extremely embarassed by what happened on saturday nite. I don’t know why Ben flew off the handle, but apparently he blacked out. I hope this didn’t totally ruin the party (tho it probably did for a few folks) in addition, I also feel responsible for Karen getting sick, as I was egging her on to take more shots with me. I’m just glad I was able to convince her not to drive back in her inebriated state. I talked to her last nite, and she said she had a great time. unfortunately, she was kicked in the head during the melee [note: This is why we don’t kick people in the head when they are down, even if they totally deserve it], but was no worse for wear. this episode has certainly opened my eyes, and it makes me remember that I was not that far off at one point in my life, either. I apologize to you guys and anyone else who ma
y have bore witness to this ugly scene. I will not let this happen again. plz forward this along to anyone else who was there. thx and take care!
-John The Canadien
In case anyone wants to avoid Ben, this is what he looks like, although he also sometimes wears glasses. Click the picture to leave a comment on Glen’s photostream.
AFTERMATH
The trash people (AAA Recycling) seem to keep ignoring our liquor boxes full of cans, despite always picking them up after past parties. Fuck man, they can sit on the curb uglying it up for 6 months for all I care. We still occasionally find a beer underneath a chair, or a crushed water bottle somewhere. We managed to recover after a few days. Still had a single jello shooter sunday night. Still drinking Budweiser. Still eating Hershey’s Kisses CandyCane/Peppermint flavor, peanut M&Ms, and pretzels. Where did all this stuff come from???
It was a good birthday.
Having never had a birthday party for my 17th through 31st birthdays, I’ve greatly enjoyed my 32nd and 33rd birthday parties these past couple years! Will definitely keep doing this every year!
Don’t forget to check out the FlickR photos at:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/clintjcl/with/363031447/
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January 21, 2007 at 5:23 PM
Actually, I recall Brad & Mandy being at our house once before. But it was Kenny & Julie’s first time. They also brought their friend, Christina, who we had met camping once.
January 21, 2007 at 5:45 PM
They were? Bad, bad memory.
I mentioned that they brought Christina, actually. I’ve played foosball with her a bunch at Brad & Mandy’s…
January 21, 2007 at 7:28 PM
My recall of the party:
Guitar Hero II; Clean house
Brandy…..playing pool with Chris, Chuck and…..?????….peach flavored black & mild….not know what to say to people or how to talk to girls so I started rapping, as I’d been rapping outside alone anyway….what felt like 2 hours later STILL freestyling. People kept asking for more actually…..???????…..me sitting down trying to collect myself as I was fucked up. Ben soon coming into the room. Ben not understanding that it was TIME TO STOP rapping now. So I put it in rhyme literally saying SHUT THE FUCK UP. Yet he still did not stop but rather refused to understand why I didn’t show the love…oh yeah…and he was singing. So I was room hopping to avoid Ben because I felt like punching him….was more than likely going to punch him. If I’d pulled a George Bush pre-emptive strike I suppose I’d have been the bad guy. I tried to give Clint a hint, but I didn’t name any names….maybe I should have. There was non-verbal communication that he understood…at least I thought…..??????….commotion upstairs which I knew had to be ben. I hesitated to go upstairs, cause I knew I might just start immediately kicking him. However when I got upstairs he was on the floor and that’s when Clint screamed at him. I was waiting for him to punch somebody. I dunno, I was feeling drunk and violent…especially towards Ben. I do remember him laying on the floor going “Why why why whyyyyyyyyyy!?!?!?!?”. It was clear to me he was in a blackout, but that’s no excuse. Cause he had told me what drugs he was on earlier. I remember _______ starting to drag him out. I felt relieved til’ Clint told him to stop, but I respected Clint and his wishes. Which is probably why I didn’t just..well… violent drunkeness. I do remember Ben calling me and other people “angry dudes….where’s the love…” I saw him get kicked in the head, but I saw the girl get kicked too. However, I wasn’t seeing clearly. It happened right in front of me but I wasn’t sure who kicked who. I thought Ben punched her or something but I was unsure and thought that if Ben had hit her SURELY a beatdown would have ensued. So I figured I must have been hallucinating things. I asked people did that just happen, but nobody confirmed it. I could go on….but I wont. It was a good party that I would not have remembered if not for Ben….
He kind of ruined it.
It’s a shame. I greeted him with incredible love when he first came in. That’s where it was Ben!
That’s where it stayed.
hahahaha
January 21, 2007 at 7:29 PM
By the way: ??????? = lapse of non-remembered time that could be minutes or hours
January 21, 2007 at 7:54 PM
FTR, I heard plenty of rapping out of Ben, but he certainly didn’t ruin the party for me. Not defending him, just saying. Maybe all the fights are compensating for how some of us are now partied out much earlier in the evening? ;)
Oh, and as to the “whyyyy???” I have one word: “Boil!!!”
January 21, 2007 at 7:58 PM
Hey, I’ve been awaiting the official party write up! I thought the Beavis and Butthead t shirts were a hilarious idea when they first told me about it. Though my intentions were to bring a magnet or two, I of course did not see any whenever I was out shopping.
Had a good time although I am wondering if I should be relieved or a little bummed when I missed all the excitement. Sounds like something everyone will be talking about for years to come. ;)
January 21, 2007 at 8:30 PM
At least the bad stuff didn’t happen until 2:45AM. Still, though.
@Angel: You guys weren’t supposed to actually shop, just pull one off your fridge that you didn’t want :)
@Stacy: I do not understand what you mean by your compensating comment.
January 22, 2007 at 10:00 AM
So much drama in the LBC…
January 24, 2007 at 3:43 PM
To read about the OTHER fight at one of our parties, May 2006, go here:
https://clintjcl.wordpress.com/2006/05/31/oh-the-drama/
February 4, 2007 at 10:52 PM
[…] , Parties , Anecdotes , Clint , Int0xication , Glen C , Nathan G Refer back to my post HERE, which has been updated to include 2 videos (scroll down) of The Rappening. […]
February 4, 2007 at 10:57 PM
^^ Oh. I was just going to say that. (Trackback is awesome.)
Also: It’s better to watch the videos fullscreen by clicking on them and going into google video itself.
February 12, 2007 at 6:30 PM
[…] “snowstorm” (yet .. it’s accumulated to around an inch as I write this) but at Clint’s 33rd birthday party last Saturday. I don’t have much to add, aside from taking ‘executive producer’ […]
February 14, 2007 at 5:22 AM
Wow…. those video’s were really *sobering*.
I hope I was spitting better raps than that, that night. I know for a while I was. I was so fucked up I thought I was like….flowing like a god.
Now I feel LAAAAAAAAmmme.
…and what the fuck was that beat box. Where were the cameras when we were battling or when I went around the room and rapped about everybody standing there. I remember that.
September 26, 2007 at 10:56 AM
Here are some comments I found online about this party. I’ve chosen to keep the originator anonymous, and have made some edits, as this was a somewhat private post. It’s just here to provide another prospective.
“Went Sunday night to a party at C&C. I’d been once before, and then later discovered that ______ knows them (did I mention he knows like 674,362 people in the DC area?). I was on their evite list and so were those 2 best friends of _____’s — the girl I had the throwdown with and her boyfriend/husband ([description removed]). But they were a *maybe* to show and did not end up showing up.
I smoked and regretted it, and went to lay down for a little while upstairs. Then there was a bit of drama, some guys lunging at each other and crying and screaming and whatnot. This was around 1:30, and the party turned tense after that. The host said this never happens, and I said, I believe you, in a sarcastic tone — even though I totally *did* believe him.
I told the host, this reminds me of childhood. And so it did. It felt so comfortable. I was laying on the leather couch in an empty room (with music blaring) trying to rest … and there was slamming around and unhappy voices, and all I wanted to do was get past the mob to pee. I felt a bit tense but on their *behalf*, and I did not feel endangered at all.
I had to go downstairs and listen to some icky talk (one girl there was a social worker of some kind, and she was gossiping about her loser clients — I found it quite annoying) and I couldn’t leave because I still felt impaired. I crossed the wide street to go out and get my other pack of cigarettes and saw that the *other party* was still out there — they were having a drunk discussion by their car — but I said nothing to them and decided not to report their presence to the host”