Here he is in his "party outfit" (he has dozens; I keep finding them hidden in various nooks) accepting one of many similarly-themed gifts. Because Jubb would never drink illegally, the tequila, whiskey, rum, beer (Coors Original: Jubb's choice) and two bottles of jagermeister various people provided have been put in a box, in storage, to await his 21st birthday.
Official census estimates place the number of people involved at well over seventy; Jubb is, if nothing else, a people person, and he was determined to celebrate his twentieth birthday in true extrovert fashion.
That's the rabble; it was like that all over the place. For everyone except Sockless Pete (who started drinking around 7, so as to better enjoy some play or something he had to go to) and Jonas' friend Shawn (who'd spent a few hours playing pool at a place called "Sharky's"), the party started slowly.
But, like a well-written essay, it snowballed to a huge conclusion. After a certain point (I pestered some people into playing King's Cup, which hampered my sense of time) people started coming who, I swear, Jubb does not know.
I love King's Cup. Jubb and The Streber did a stall count on Ben as he drank the cup; it's some kind of frisbee ritual I don't quite understand, but approve of highly. Apparently people in the other wing of our dorm could hear those two shouting out the seconds.
Jubb's aforementioned love of people, different people, made it a rather eclectic party. The entire ultimate frisbee team, including a professor and several R.A.s, had been invited in a casually aggressive email; they didn't all show, but dozens did. Jubb's weightlifting buddies showed (he's addicted to endorphins, which, to be fair, are much smarter than most of us). Non-Lawrence friends of Jonas, like Shawn and The Twins, were there… the group I watch Survivor with as well… Jubb's old roommate too… and probably about twelve R.A.s (the system, it seems, is corrupt).
Speaking of R.A.s, ours stopped by to give us a noise warning. Now, my track record with R.A.s, while brief, is not good, but since Jonas and Jubb were nowhere in sight at the time, I had to talk to her. I handled it well, compared to last time. Trouble elsewhere on campus kept our party under the radar, as per usual.
I have no idea when, but at some point I fell asleep on the couch while trying to watch Big Trouble in Little China. The party had thinned out by then, but Jonas tells me that some people were hanging out here until at least five.
Here's Our Bold Hero and The Politician about half an hour before I passed out. This wonderful picture belies the fact that we were, in fact, having a heated argument about whether or not I'd offended him.
The elaborate backstory to this party is worth mentioning. Jinx, who stood us up several times after promising to help buy provisions, earned a fair-share of ire before the party. She did partially redeem herself by giving us her fridge as promised, but we had to make a few attempts before we got the booze.
Here's Jinx, hiding in shame. Since a certain high-ranking busybody in Ormsby has promised us to each other, her betrayal cut me deep.
When Jinx failed to show Thursday night, Carrie stepped up to the plate.
That's my artistic picture of Carrie. She spent last term in Australia and is now fluent. Anyways, after waiting fifteen minutes for Jinx (and with only half an hour left before the stores stopped selling our desired merchandise) Carrie volunteered to Carrie-out.
In the second act of the farce, we see Carrie at the register with a suspicious amount of ethanol. The clock ticks, the hand clicks into place. It's 9:01, and we're screwed.
Our savior was a gruff and bearded chess-master: Shawn, seen here with The Twins. He happened to be around on Friday so we took him to the store. They didn't even ID him, after all the trouble we went through.
At a stoplight, Shawn honked my horn at the car in front of me. I'd already honked at them once, so now I look like a jerk. But that's Shawn, and that makes such behavior fine, typical, even praiseworthy.
And he came through for us, and a party was born.
