The day started with me waking up to a text message from my dear friend @nateem87, who was inviting me to lunch. I hadn't seen him since June, so I decided this would be awesome. Man was I right! My friends and I enjoyed lunch at Clara's in Lansing. The restaurant looks like a train station, and we actually ate on the train car section. The music was pumping out of the speakers (even though I would have preferred some more Motown) and the conversations about illness, sex, parties, and general losing, were hilarious as always.
After splitting the check, we then parted ways to get prepared for what the night had to offer. I witnessed my friend transform from @JYoungS2TS to Prince (yes, the man who made "Purple Rain") in a matter of 30 minutes, with the help of eye liner and make up. I suited up as GI Joe (not the classic soldier with kung-fu grip, but the armored badass from the 2009 summer blockbuster). My friend @Yellokake was trying to decide whether to be Barbie or Mars Blackmon. She ultimately went with Barbie.
After making sure our costumes were on point, we tried to get the rest of the pack to meet at one location, but people were being difficult. Yeah, y'all know...
Once we realized that the group meeting wasn't going to happen, I decided I would party with the under 21 crowd, so I was dropped off at Hubbard Hall. I met up with some of my best friends and then we headed to Grand River....*insert bad news music here*
Now for anybody who was following me that day, I had been tweeting (get hip to it) everything that occured. When we hit Grand River, my mind was off Twitter and more focused on the mass number of drunk "broskies" and Topangas that were in a variety of awesome (and sometimes offensive) costumes. Of course I saw my fair share of Ginas, but I surprisingly bumped into only one Hilary. If Saturday night on Grand River had been a television show, it would have been a jumbled reunion of Boy Meets World, Martin, and Fresh Prince, but the jokes would have been written by the president of the "Dude Where's My Car?" fan club.
I don't feel the specific events of the party I attended need to be addressed, but I will say this: 500+ people in one ugly house wit loud music and beer all over is not a safe mix. When you see a violent display of disgustingly off-rhythm dancing on the same dance floor as a passed out Hugh Hefner, you're in for quite a time.
Being at this party made me feel like Jay-Z, Beanie Sigel, and Scarface on the day Kanye West sampled Harold Melvin in the studio: This Can't Be Life. People lost it down there, and probably everywhere else that had a party that night. I was in a state of confusion. I was entertained. At times I was concerned for the safety of my friends. I was definitely not looking forward to the cold weather that I would inevitably have to walk back to Hubbard in. To sum it all up, I felt like I was in Detroit.
Don't let me discourage you. I had a blast! And I can't wait to see what insanity will unfold when Halloween rolls around next year. Until then, stay safe. Peace!
Hasslehuff
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