Who's With Me?

For those of you who aren't old-school Goulash, I used to throw parties at my apartment every 100 posts. I called them the Centennial parties. For a few different reasons, I didn't have a Quadcentennial when I hit 400; I really have to be at my strongest mentally and emotional to handle the clean-up on one of those parties, and I just didn't have it 6 weeks ago. But since I skipped the Quad, I've begun to realize the beauty of the Centennial parties. It usually takes me 4 or 5 months to do 100 posts, and 4 or 5 months between parties is the perfect amount of time. It's been like 6 months since I did the last one, and everytime I walk through my living room, I see my house plants and say, "Shouldn't someone have peed in that thing a few weeks ago?" I must have a 4.5 month circadian rhythym when it comes to hootenannies.

It's been 6 months now, and I just can't take it any more. Six months since the fire department tried to get into my garage? Six months since people have attempted to fornicate in my closet? Six months since giant bags of sand mysteriously appeared in my living room? Unacceptable! Unless you're imprisoned in North Korea, that's no way to live. I don't care if I'm months away from hitting 500 entries, I've got to do something, before I lose my taste for clogged-up plumbing and Doritos ground into the carpet entirely.

Either April 30th or May 7th (or really any either weekend), we're going to throw it down in my garage. I don't know why we're doing this or what's going to happen exactly, but something will occur. Maybe it'll just be me squirting WD 40 in my mouth. That's cool with me, so long as my apartment gets rocked to its core. Who's with me? Eh? Ehhhhhhh?