I’m agreeing with the popular suggestion - lock the door!
You could try,
Wait a sec, what did you say about Fark?
Later!
Like lezlers said, I was very wishy washy about it.
Here’s what happened: At about 7:15 I walk downstairs. In my house, the stairs is in front of the front door. As I’m walking downstairs I catch the early birds to the party who holler at me to let them in. We hang out for a while and wait for the rest of the folks to get here. So we started watching Finding Nemo. At 8:40 Dan and co. finally show up.
Before anyone got here I was able to talk to Dan about the social gathering. He filled me in to what was actually going on. He told me that the entire football team wasn’t coming by, and he even told a bunch of guys that there was no party (they owe him money). Because I knew those people he mentioned and what they would be like drunk it calmed me down. He didn’t put any pressure on me and convinced me to formally okay the event.
So when it gets to right before the sea turtle scene in Finding Nemo a blue pickup truck comes to the driveway with a half dozen guys inside.
It turns out only eight guests in all had come, which was a crowd I figured I could easily manage. They had brought some vodka with them. I told them that I was going to allow them to enjoy themselves a little bit but that I will not be having any alcohol with them (don’t believe in it) and that they can drink so long as they do not become too rowdy. They agree (no surprise), and much orange juice was poured.
It turned out to be a great time.
Here’s a second draft of an account of a portion of the night that I had written at about midnight.
"Turned out to be much better than I thought it would. Had a blast. It’s a really neat experience being the only sober guy in a group of nearly a dozen people.
We all had fun. And cleanup only took a little over half an hour once everyone had left.
Now what I’m going to do about the near-comatose guy sleeping in my room right now I’m not sure. He didn’t know his limit so he drank so much he couldn’t do anything to defend himself last night. At 11 we hauled him up to this inflatible couch in my room and gave him some towels incase he threw up again. I think I’ll seriously mess with his head in the morning. Adopt a lisp, find and wear shorts I wore when I was 8, glue some hair to my chest, and tell him we got married last night. And my name is Bruce. Mwaha."
The situation didn’t stay that way though. He was doing pretty bad.