The Party Goers 2007
Posted by thedarwinexception on January 1, 2008
So we attended the New Year’s Eve party last night. Paul took a nap when he got home and slept until 8:00, even though we had been told to *be* at the party at 8:00. I brought along my trusty carton of eggnog and a small bottle of Bacardi’s, which was a good thing, since most of the attendees were drinking beer – with the hardier souls chasing that with shots of Jack Daniels. Definitely not for me. The beer or the chasers.We stayed until slightly after midnight – the party seemed to wind down after the host, who was standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the hallway, chased a few too many beers with Jack Daniels. He was swaying in the doorway, talking to Paul and and some other guests, and then, like a giant tree cracked at the base by a lumberjack, he fell. Not face down into the kitchen, not backwards into the hallway, but completely sideways – driving his head right into the door jamb. BANG!!!!! It sounded like an avalanche of snow falling off the roof and hitting the pavement, and shook the dining room where I was standing talking to his wife.
I’m not sure if he was passed out and then fell or if the meeting of the head against the door jamb knocked his ass out cold, but he was sure the fuck knocked out after he fell. It took 5 minutes to make him come back around enough to ask him if he was OK, and it took Paul and two other guys to lead him to the couch and get him to a sitting position – where he promptly passed out again.
We took this as a sign that maybe the party was over.
There were some of the same faces from last year in attendance last night, and it was interesting to see the changes from one year to the next. The most striking change, of course, was Katie – the host’s daughter. I like Katie. She was one of the teenage girls I had a little hope for, since she had left her parent’s home last year when she turned 17 and moved to the big city of Plattsburgh with her boyfriend. I thought the change of scenery and different attitude there might be conducive to her getting a job, finding some interests outside of “find a man and spit out babies” and that she might even go to college or at least find a job she loved and could excel at.
Not to be.
This year she attended the party with her new boyfriend, who she also lives with in Plattsburgh. Oh – and she’s pregnant. Not that this stops her from smoking, of course, another pet peeve of mine. Don’t get me going on THAT.
The hosts other daughter, the younger and more ambitious Karissa, was also in attendance this year. Since she is now 16 it was the first year her mother sanctioned her drinking at the party (which is probably why she was there), and she took great delight in chasing her beers with Jack Daniels shots with her Dad. A true father/ daughter bonding experience.
Paul had a good time – since there was food. Every time I went to look for him he was back in the kitchen dishing out another plate of the salads, appetizers and nachos with salsa that were there.
Not to say that he didn’t do his share of chasing beers with shots. Ray, the host, made a game of it, telling both Katie and Karissa’s boyfriends that if they wanted to party with him they were going to have to keep up and keep downing the shots. Of course, he said this right up until he fell like a brick into the door jamb.
By the time we left, after the big kaboom – it was quite apparent that the 4 or 5 hours of drinking shots had taken their toll on most of the party guests. When we left there was one guest, Mike, who was refusing to get in the car with his wife for the trip home, and she was yelling at him as we walked out the door, saying that if he didn’t come now he was going to play hell getting her to come back tomorrow to get his ass. Surprisingly, he took this threat rather nonchalantly and didn’t seem to care.
But I had a good time – and I shot lots of video that I shall edit and upload today for posting. I got some good footage of the transporting of the fallen brick host over to the couch and I got some wonderful footage of the host just before the fall trying to figure out what day it was. As well as some conversations with the two daughters, when I asked them about their hopes, dreams and future plans.
Some of the footage is quite funny, since Ray was just drunk enough not to realize what he fuck a camcorder was, and every time I would point it at his he would “pose” like I was taking his picture, and when he wanted a picture of the group of guys drinking their shots together he kept telling them all to “hold still so she can take a picture”. Made me laugh.
I came back home with most of the eggnog and rum still left – for some reason drinking seemed unnecessary. I think I was the only one even halfway sober the whole night – well, except for Buddy. He was sober, too, and enjoying the spectacle almost as much as I was.