In May I moved to an apartment on Green Street. So, naturally:
I hosted a Green Party.
I mailed invitations and invited my 3 friends (literally, there were a total of three households invited) to come over and celebrate the move with a “green” theme. (Luckily, I had 2 friends visiting from out of town that weekend to increase attendance by 33%.)
The only guidance given was to be creative. A man that will remain unnamed warned me that these directions given to prospective guests were far too vague. To which I responded, GET OFF MY BALLS. We made green food, got green bottled beers and had a signature green cocktail. I was pumped.
Probably should have been a bit more specific. Two people came with a bouquet of flowers as their green (not overlooking the sweet gesture, but definitely a sell-out); one person came with a $1 pinned to her shirt. One person wore a shirt that could be loosely described as green in color. One out-of-towner did not dress up at all. The other did get an A+ for effort because she made a shirt depicting a recycle symbol for the occasion.I dressed as Alan Greenspan. Since the costume portion of the party was a failure, the drinking portion was certainly going to be successful: I got hammered and passed out by 10pm. I showed them.
My co-host, however, did compensate for our loser friends with his costume. Warning: the following photo is suitable only for those with highly impaired vision.
Fun Factor: 7