bringing the party

my roommate, D.J., is leaving for the city of san diego today. awaiting him are luscious babes and hot parties on the beach. i myself am going to california next weekend. what awaits me is the red roof inn at the ontario, ca airport. i know what you're thinking, "isn't ontario in canada?" i thought the same thing until i received the one thing that makes you go to such a place...a wedding invitation. as i'm writing this i realize where three weddings this summer will take me: iowa city, ia; guasti, ca; and andover, nj. i'm spending a butt load of money to go to these places too. these must be the greastest people in the world. i must really love these people. and i do love them but, really, couldn't they get married someplace a little more fun. i know i'll have a good time, an awesome time, but it will take a lot of effort. i know these people, they are my friends. and most of them don't like to get "crazy," like some people. (i'm looking at you b-neck.) this is where the effort comes in, because if the people around you aren't ready to "party hardy" then ultimately the party dude, me, simply becomes a spectacle to behold, not the instigator of fun times. you really need the supporting cast. it's like an inverted pyramid. the whole party gets into it only after the small group of people really put a charge into the party. but the whole thing is resting on the singularity of the party dude.

look out ontario, ca, where ever you are. you're about to get hit by a party typhoon. a party typhoon named r. boddington manchester.