Fin-ally

It’s hot in the office, quiet uncomfortable really; I wonder who dropped the ball on turning on the AC, I mean it’s only a binary choice. At any rate I’ve decided to have the party on the fifth of August. I’ve waited long enough for this house warming debauchery, two years is definitely too long. I’ll need some ideas on what to do, I am guessing a keg will be necessary, that’s just common sense when you leave down here; often the only way to escape is to dive in the bottle. I remember when Justin was about to puke in the car, and Samie managed to catch the discharge with both hands; that was something.