house warming shindig...

Last night we hosted our first party at our new apartment. I say first because based on how things went, we will surely have many, many more. We prepared for the party by obviously tidying up (doing dishes and putting breakable things in safe places) but my roommate stopped me before I could mop the floors (I good idea since a- no one cares and b- they need to be mopped more now anyway). We found an awesome wholesale beer warehouse on 207th street and we stocked our fridge full with over 150 beers for only about $90. Good beers too, none of that crappy PBR shit. As we finished getting ourselves ready, we popped open a beer and sat on our couch waiting for the guests to arrive.
At about 10:45 (the party "started" at ten) we were a little worried. Maybe all those "friends" we thought we had only hung out with us because they had to. None of them would actually make the effort to come to a party at OUR house. Maybe we were no where near as semi-cool as we thought we were. No one was here.
Suddenly, the door opened and in walked two friends, closely followed by another six. Within minutes beers were in hand and a steady stream of friendly faces was coming in the door. Our doorbell (which we named "the goose" because when you hear it, you think it's a dying goose) was constantly ringing; friends calling friends and more and more people wanting to come up to our humble abode. Groups changed, people came and went, but for the most part- people stayed and enjoyed themselves. The music was playing, the beer was flowing, and festivities were being had. At the most, I'd say about 30 people were here at once. Probably about 50 total throughout the evening. Groups separated into different areas of our apartment. Becky's room served as a more quiet area for intimiate conversations. My room was a relaxing space to lounge and listen to cool tunes. And the kitchen/living room was party central with the fridge and stereo system. At around 3:30 people started to hit a max. There was still plenty of beer but our bodies were incapable of ingesting much more. The final few of us enjoyed conversation on Becky's bed with our final drinks. Shortly there after, both Becky and I found ourselves congratulating each other as we passed out in my room. The final guests said their good byes and left us to our slumber.
We awoke this afternoon to about 30 or so beers left in the fridge, not a bad mess at all (people abided by the garbage bags) and a mild, if that, hangover. Success was ours.