holy drunk rednecks!

Threw a huge party in my tiny apartment. Seriously like 35 people. 

Beer pong room.

It was kind of crazy. There was a guy in one of those tuxedo shirts, except he had ripped the sleeves off. Cut-off tuxedo shirts and cammo hats. Ummmmm yes. This is what I will miss most about Arkansas, the parties. And my Momma. But the parties.

Baptist Churches in the south have this habit of making a very easy punch recipe. They use it for baby showers, weddings, church socials... basically everything you could possibly want to drink a sweet cold drink at. Its super delicious. When you make it alcohol free you put two bottles of sprite and a tub of orange sherbert together, stir till melted. Drink. When you put alcohol in it you can put a LOT of booze in it because the sherbert is sweet and will make it easy to drink. Instead of the second bottle of sprite you just put like an entire handle of vodka. And also leftover sparkling wine if you want it. We did. It will get you drunk.

The party ended because some drunk rednecks got in a fight in the parking lot because one of them was "puffing up" on the other. What the hell is "puffing up"? someone please explain this concept to me. My apartment manager broke up the party. Hes totally mad at me. These things happen.


 EDIT: I totally forgot but my friend's ex (exes actually, there were more than one!) showed up. She brought her friend, who brought her hair. Her friends hair gets a mention all its own because it was Bumped. It was the BIGGEST bump on record. It looked like a cone-head person from that old movie. Seriously this thing was giant. I went around all night exclaiming that old southern addage "the higher the hair the closer to god, y'all."

It was easily bigger than this.

Jessica accidentally bumped The Bump. The girl was like "Watch my bump, honey!" We lol'd forever.