Makeup no good. I don't think I could ever do it.
Didn't even think about it until I saw this thread actually, so I guess it was no big deal.
As for the party, it was pretty sweet. Cops came around 1:00, talked them down reasonably and there wasn't a problem after that. The third and final keg ran out at about 4:00, which was a lot later than I expected, and I made a couple hundred and didn't even have to clean because one of my roommates basically has obsessive compulsive disorder and it was done before I woke up. Generally it was pretty good.
The only bad part was that the chick from the other thread was there and kept on shooting me weird ass looks that I'd catch out of the corner of my eye...but I successfully ignore the problem until I was drunk enough to make the mistake of walking into a room with just her and her sister in it, whom she introduced and I thought about taking down for about 2 min. At that point I realized that I might actually kind of like this girl even though I know I really shouldn't and I really don't want to, so a few min. later I took her aside, and pretended like I'm a much better person than I am, thanking her for the call the other day saying it was a really upstanding thing to do (basically tricking her into thinking I'm that naive).
After a boring ass conversation I snuck away, fairly determined to completely avoid her until she goes away at the start of the month. About 30 min after that I'm talking to her friend who lets it slip that the girl 'really likes me' but doesn't want to start anything right before she goes away. I'd like to point out that I've been given like 3 or four different stories like this by the girl, her friend, her roommate, and another friend without asking or so much as bringing it up. So I pretend to be a bit let down but act like I don't really care (in reality: not really let down, pissed off that this keeps coming up over like 3 months). I can see her right now basically 20 min. away from making out with a guy I went to high school with. I know this guy, we went to school together. I wouldn't say I don't like him, but he's a chump. If categories of people were divided into divisions, he'd strictly be division three. And then it dawned on me; I don't actually care about this girl, it's just other people keep bringing it up and after which I feel like I'm losing at something and I can't stand it. That coupled with the fact that I've realized that my current lifestyle of having 'girls on the go' and getting shit faced bombed 2 nights a week is very self-destructive, tired, and old and I felt like I needed a change. However, you can't really force these things, they have to come naturally. Look over, and they're now about 10 min. from making out and I feel like a loser. And that's when the old me came out.
Step One: Pound beer until kegs are done.
Step Two: Steal Beer from fridge and bottles from rooms
Step Three: Get friend's ex-girlfriends little sister's phone number. Already make decision to never call it.
Step Four: Get 2 roommates and convince them that we really should open one of the bottles of Guaro that they just brought back from traveling.
Step Five: Finish the bottle
Step Six: Walk into your room to find friend making out on your bed with his girlfriend. Actually, under the covers. Turn on the light and sit in disk chair and tell them they might as well keep going because you're not leaving. Run away when they call your bluff mumbling about how they owe you some sheets.
Step Seven: Walk into living room to see roommate smash chair against wall until it breaks. Notice how all the girls are sort of scared. Convince him we need to burn the evidence.
Step Eight: ? ? ? ? ? ?
Step Nine: Go to sleep in nicely made bed. That was solid of them.
Step Ten: Wake up really depressed and decide that maybe you do have to force some changes.
