t.g.i.f.? (last friday night)

At the peak of last Friday night, we had 90 people in our apartment....90. Being the hilariously funny girls that we are, earlier in the week we decided to create an facebook event entitled, "Gym Casual", in honor of our noise violation our RA's gave us on a night we had gotten back from some sweaty workouts (thanks resident advisers, you're really nabbing the kids who are getting into real trouble). We invited (stupidly) 160 of our friends, thinking (or hoping) that not everyone would show- for the most part we were wrong. We borrowed a friend's 3-foot tall pair of speakers, hooked up my iPod, grabbed a black light, set up a ruit table, cleared out 80% of our furniture, and got down to business...dancing business obviously. Most girls were in yoga pants and sports bras, but some wore running shorts and tanks, or some combination of the two, while the boys wore gym shorts and t-shirts. But about an hour in, most boys had their shirts off due to the absolute extreme heat. I'm not exaggerating- it was so hot that the walls were perspiring and all the posters fell and the mirror in the bathroom area was literally foggy, you had to wipe it off to see anything. My good friends who had lived in our apartment last year were shocked that we were able to throw a half-decent party and just kept saying, "This is so weird..." Which it was- having the party and having them there made it feel like we were in a time warp back to when they lived here. We had people standing on tables, couches, chairs, singing and dancing and going nuts when certain throwbacks, such as Destiny's Child "Jumpin' Jumpin'", came on. Being that quiet hours had changed to midnight, we planned on kicking everyone out around 11:45, just to give ourselves some time to persuade the really drunk people to leave. Instead, our toilet overflowed at 11:20 and the police happened to be outside the building, so Ella (who was lovingly on sober duty) said, "ALYSSA get everyone out NOW" Taking my cue, I jumped up onto the coffee table and told everyone to get out. When they didn't really listen, Nate jumped up with me and, with a much deeper and more authoritative voice, said, "hey! ya'll don't have to go home, but you gotta get the fuck up outta here!" Mission accomplished- people stared at him for a second and then started filing out...Ella told him repeatedly that he was her favorite and that she loved him. When we finally got the last of the people out, we had about 20 of our friends still hanging out in the living room, fans in their laps on high, trying to cool off before heading out into the monsoon outside (stupid, now that I think about it...). As we were cleaning up, we realized that both toilets were broken, a wall hanging had literally been ripped out of the wall, random sweaty shirts were all over the apartment, the floor was damp from a mixture of things I don't want to the think about, our trashcans/recycling bins were overflowing, and we had 20 sweaty people laying all over our couches...but we had such a good time. Ella, sadly, hated it because she had to be the "boss" (like I was the weekend before) and deal with drunken idiots, loud music, and sweltering heat all while trying to keep us from being evicted, but next time it's someone else's turn ;)