This party started on a pretty terrifying note. Chad, who's back in Dallas after a stint in NY, arrived and immediately got to deal with parking issues. David got a call from him saying that Emily's car was being towed. TOWED!
We all ran out there to see the tow truck yanking her car out of a visitor spot. David lunged between Emily's car and the tow truck to make the dude stop and nearly lost his foot in the process. I stormed over to the driver's side and confronted the guy. Now I know how those guys get a reputation for being self-righteous dochebags. The guy was extremely rude, talking to us like we were children, and even going so far as to tell us his weekly income. WTF? We did manage to scare him off, luckily, and then we had something to talk about at the party! I took a pic as they passed by again in the truck, but NO he doesn't DESERVE to be in my 365! So there! Ha!
The party itself was great! After most people had left, Jon, Shalini, David, Emily, and I pulled out the hookah and took turns sharing our most awful poop stories. Now THAT'S friendship.