Didn't get around to posting things on Sunday after the party because the day was

spent sleeping and cleaning. Party was a success, noone was arrested, and somehow we ended up with more alcohol. People brought stuff, but most everyone ended up drinking the jungle juice, which was a concoction of vodka, everclear, koolaid, sugar, and fruit pieces. Unfortunately our carpet consumed a bit as well and we know have stains scattered throughout the apartment. One stain mere inches away from my servers and UPS. Heads were mere inches from rolling when I found that. But the next morning we woke up to find that hardly anyone had touched our Jose Cuervo, and people had brought two additional bottles that weren't even opened. The Sparks went quick, as well as the Jägermeister, too quick for me to even get to try a sparksbomb.

The old people stayed up the latest, lasting until sunrise. As I was drifting off to sleep, T-double ran into the bedroom and informed me that my cat had gotten outside. In a haze I jumped up and ran out of the apartment only thinking "must grab cat before she runs into road."

I stepped out of our apartment into the lobby area, the door shut and suddenly Gabby was there right in front of me. Not thinking that I could just open the door and she'd run in, I bent down and grabbed her.

She was obviously freaked out and didn't take too kindly to that. Hence the wound seen above. Luckily this was the only stupid thing I did that night.