So I totally had one hell of a post, all ready to go. But then IE crashed. Shit.
I mean, it was killer, totally killer. Gnarly, even. Because my blog entry was actually a wave off the California coast that people were surfing on (see, that's one of my kind of jokes - the joke being that I was describing my earlier blog in terms one might normally associate with a wave - hahaha.... anyway). But from those ashes of the old, gone entry comes this one. Which might be better, it might not. We'll see when we come to the end.
Firstly, another general invite to my Halloween party. I even have a delightful poem all written up, and I will include it below. And I remain 100% my open invitation. Show up, have fun, and leave, hopefully having met some new people along the way. Myself, I can't really go somewhere since I'm hosting, and that would be in poor taste. Wouldn't want to committ a party foul (again) at my own party. Not at all. So, yeah, invite notice #2:
SUBJ: Something Wicked, Indeed
‘Tis two weeks away, but already they’re trembling,
For something wicked indeed to Woodlawn is coming.
They can close the blinds, and shut the doors tight,
But nothing can stop this party on Halloween night.
The party will start at nine o’clock
When 6211 South Woodlawn will begin to rock.
But there is more to celebrate that just Halloween,
For twenty-five years to the day it will have been
That Armand Ryden was born,
And so party we must, for so we have sworn.
And Erin Sund, too, she’ll be twenty-three,
Giving three times the reason that any would need
To rock out and party.
Making this Halloween night an evening most gnarly.
Look for mountains of candy, as tradition demands,
Plus birthday cake, too, to fill wanting hands.
Fill your cups, too, with sangria most sanguine,
And don’t forget beer, to be drunk with abandon.
Encouraged are costumes and numerous friends,
But all must come ready to rock ‘till the end.
Until Halloween night, when we hope to see you all,
Let the excitement keep building
For the most ghoulish, devilish and utterly nightmarish party this fall*.
- Armand, Dan, Davey, Erin & Liz
What – Halloween & Birthday party
When – Friday, October 31, 2003 @ 9:00 PM
Where – 6211 South Woodlawn, Apt. B
Who – Anyone and their friends who are looking for a party
Why – Because we can
* Ghouls, devils, and nightmares are not guaranteed.
See? How can you read that and not want to come to my party? That's totally rad. And gnarly.
A concern that has been brought up by my roommates, and one that I share a little in myself, is that maybe we're over-hyping the party. If you scroll allllllll the way down, you'll see our first party notice. I wrote that one, too. Now, I can see why Armand would be worried - we really sell our party. And, like, we really haven't thrown a lot of parties, and certainly, a Halloween party is one hell of a party to throw if you don't know what you're doing. So maybe we are setting up ourselves, not to mention anyone who shows up, for a crap party.
But this is what I'm thinking - Firstly, we're not a club. We don't depend on people passing through, stopping by, getting some drinks as well as their dance on before heading somewhere else. Rather, the people that would come to our party are something of a captive audience. I mean, really, we live in Hyde Park (Woodlawn), and there's just not too much to do. And if ever you want something to do, it's go to a party on Halloween.
This reminds me of a story about my first Halloween in college. Yes, a night where I got loaded for the first time, slept with a girl (and then a guy), and puked as the sun was rising. Except that that's totally false. No, I was suffering from mono. In my first month of my first year at school, the first time I was ever away from family/friends, I got mono. Which left me in bed with a fever while just across the hall, a party was going down.
So anyway, back to my party this year (which, thank the lord, will not include me suffering from mono). Our audience is relatively captive. So, all they were really looking for was a place to go and drink. And a place to wear a costume at. or to. I don't often keep track of prepositions.
Which isn't to say that we want to do as little work as possible with this party. No, by all means, we want to do everything in our power to throw a kick-ass Halloween party. That is the honest truth. But we are lacking in resources, and so, like, any decorations that we do wouldn't be... well, good. Despite my burdgeoning metrosexuality, as well as my tendency to watch home decorating shows, I don't think I could decorate our place for Halloween if my life depended on it. Sure I've had ideas, but when I would actually sit down to actualize said ideas - well, then they don't seem so great.
So what can we do to ensure that we throw the greatest, baddest, most mother-fuckingest party ever? By playing up to the one key ingredient to any good party - people. Specifically, people who want to have fun. Yes, decorations can allow people to have fun, and so can... I don't know, other stuff. Like nitrous oxide, I guess. But that's jsut beyond our means. What isn't beyond our means is our powers of persuasion.
We want a good number of people here. And we want them all to have fun. If we convey our message appropriately enough, if we let them all know that this party is above all about one thing (i.e. having fun), then I think the party will throw itself. And throw itself well, at that. As long as we keep the liquor flowing, and the music playing, people will have fun. And that can only be helped along if they go into this party looking forward to it and excited about being there.
So, in summation: are we over-hyping our party? Are we dooming ourselves to a flop on the Hyde Park party scene? I say no, because our friends would have come regardless of what our invitations said, no matter how clever, witty or funny. However, by writing up such zingers of party invites, then our same friends will come excited, they will come ready to party. They will come looking to party. And that is what will make our party successful. That, and I'm hoping that my sheer force of will and determination will spread amongst everyone. That should do wonders, really.
In the end, too, there is but one way to see how it will turn out. And that is to see how it would turn out in person. So again, and certainly not for the last time, I invite you to my Halloween party. Come in costume, come with friends, and come looking for a good time.
-dan
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I mean, it was killer, totally killer. Gnarly, even. Because my blog entry was actually a wave off the California coast that people were surfing on (see, that's one of my kind of jokes - the joke being that I was describing my earlier blog in terms one might normally associate with a wave - hahaha.... anyway). But from those ashes of the old, gone entry comes this one. Which might be better, it might not. We'll see when we come to the end.
Firstly, another general invite to my Halloween party. I even have a delightful poem all written up, and I will include it below. And I remain 100% my open invitation. Show up, have fun, and leave, hopefully having met some new people along the way. Myself, I can't really go somewhere since I'm hosting, and that would be in poor taste. Wouldn't want to committ a party foul (again) at my own party. Not at all. So, yeah, invite notice #2:
SUBJ: Something Wicked, Indeed
‘Tis two weeks away, but already they’re trembling,
For something wicked indeed to Woodlawn is coming.
They can close the blinds, and shut the doors tight,
But nothing can stop this party on Halloween night.
The party will start at nine o’clock
When 6211 South Woodlawn will begin to rock.
But there is more to celebrate that just Halloween,
For twenty-five years to the day it will have been
That Armand Ryden was born,
And so party we must, for so we have sworn.
And Erin Sund, too, she’ll be twenty-three,
Giving three times the reason that any would need
To rock out and party.
Making this Halloween night an evening most gnarly.
Look for mountains of candy, as tradition demands,
Plus birthday cake, too, to fill wanting hands.
Fill your cups, too, with sangria most sanguine,
And don’t forget beer, to be drunk with abandon.
Encouraged are costumes and numerous friends,
But all must come ready to rock ‘till the end.
Until Halloween night, when we hope to see you all,
Let the excitement keep building
For the most ghoulish, devilish and utterly nightmarish party this fall*.
- Armand, Dan, Davey, Erin & Liz
What – Halloween & Birthday party
When – Friday, October 31, 2003 @ 9:00 PM
Where – 6211 South Woodlawn, Apt. B
Who – Anyone and their friends who are looking for a party
Why – Because we can
* Ghouls, devils, and nightmares are not guaranteed.
See? How can you read that and not want to come to my party? That's totally rad. And gnarly.
A concern that has been brought up by my roommates, and one that I share a little in myself, is that maybe we're over-hyping the party. If you scroll allllllll the way down, you'll see our first party notice. I wrote that one, too. Now, I can see why Armand would be worried - we really sell our party. And, like, we really haven't thrown a lot of parties, and certainly, a Halloween party is one hell of a party to throw if you don't know what you're doing. So maybe we are setting up ourselves, not to mention anyone who shows up, for a crap party.
But this is what I'm thinking - Firstly, we're not a club. We don't depend on people passing through, stopping by, getting some drinks as well as their dance on before heading somewhere else. Rather, the people that would come to our party are something of a captive audience. I mean, really, we live in Hyde Park (Woodlawn), and there's just not too much to do. And if ever you want something to do, it's go to a party on Halloween.
This reminds me of a story about my first Halloween in college. Yes, a night where I got loaded for the first time, slept with a girl (and then a guy), and puked as the sun was rising. Except that that's totally false. No, I was suffering from mono. In my first month of my first year at school, the first time I was ever away from family/friends, I got mono. Which left me in bed with a fever while just across the hall, a party was going down.
So anyway, back to my party this year (which, thank the lord, will not include me suffering from mono). Our audience is relatively captive. So, all they were really looking for was a place to go and drink. And a place to wear a costume at. or to. I don't often keep track of prepositions.
Which isn't to say that we want to do as little work as possible with this party. No, by all means, we want to do everything in our power to throw a kick-ass Halloween party. That is the honest truth. But we are lacking in resources, and so, like, any decorations that we do wouldn't be... well, good. Despite my burdgeoning metrosexuality, as well as my tendency to watch home decorating shows, I don't think I could decorate our place for Halloween if my life depended on it. Sure I've had ideas, but when I would actually sit down to actualize said ideas - well, then they don't seem so great.
So what can we do to ensure that we throw the greatest, baddest, most mother-fuckingest party ever? By playing up to the one key ingredient to any good party - people. Specifically, people who want to have fun. Yes, decorations can allow people to have fun, and so can... I don't know, other stuff. Like nitrous oxide, I guess. But that's jsut beyond our means. What isn't beyond our means is our powers of persuasion.
We want a good number of people here. And we want them all to have fun. If we convey our message appropriately enough, if we let them all know that this party is above all about one thing (i.e. having fun), then I think the party will throw itself. And throw itself well, at that. As long as we keep the liquor flowing, and the music playing, people will have fun. And that can only be helped along if they go into this party looking forward to it and excited about being there.
So, in summation: are we over-hyping our party? Are we dooming ourselves to a flop on the Hyde Park party scene? I say no, because our friends would have come regardless of what our invitations said, no matter how clever, witty or funny. However, by writing up such zingers of party invites, then our same friends will come excited, they will come ready to party. They will come looking to party. And that is what will make our party successful. That, and I'm hoping that my sheer force of will and determination will spread amongst everyone. That should do wonders, really.
In the end, too, there is but one way to see how it will turn out. And that is to see how it would turn out in person. So again, and certainly not for the last time, I invite you to my Halloween party. Come in costume, come with friends, and come looking for a good time.
-dan
email me
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