So, I guess there's a party a couple streets away from my house. And, there is a horrible Elvis impersonator singing Viva Las Vegas and various other Elvis Presley songs. Very. Very. Very. Very. VERY. Loud. And plus there's a buttload of drunk women screammmmmmmming. And do you realize that I can hear all of this through my bedroom window? I can't see where this racket is coming from, but it is disturbing the peace.
A part of me really wants to go join this shindig, but then that would just be bizarre. And plus it's 11 PM. That would not be ethical.

WHAT. NOW THE SWEET ESCAPE IS PLAYING? I AM SO BIZARRED. I THOUGHT IT WAS ELVIS IMPERSONATOR NIGHT. BIZARRRRE. I don't understand this party. Before the Elvis Impersonator, there was like..Bingo/Raffle? Something like that and it was an infectious African American woman as the announcer host thing. So then after this Bingo/Raffle Ordeal, Elvis kicks off his hour-long performance of assorted Elvis songs. Now, the Sweet Escape is playing. By Gwen Stefani. This is a bizarre party that I don't understand the meaning of. Bingo plus Elvis impersonators plus Gwen Stefani does not equal a party.

So now I have decided I will document this party as it is happening. And I apologize for the poor form of Blogging-ness that this Post shall have because I will not be editing it. I am typing as it is happening from the depths of outside my window.

NOW FERGALICIOUS IS PLAYING?!?!
I hear an array of women WOOOO-ing. I'm guessing a bottle or 10 of champagne was involved? I can picture a bunch of intoxicated 30-something Orange County women having this party and having a blast. Oh dear... I think there's a DJ? Because it's not the regularr Fergalicious. I hear some scratching/remixing going on? BIZARRE. 30-SOMETHING YEAR OLD WOMEN DON'T GET DJS TO SCRATCH FOR THEM AT PARTIES. ISN'T THAT LIKE. FROM THE 90'S? THIS IS 2007 MY LADIES. I'm so bizarrrrred.
Now they're announcing winners? 1st place is Sydney! Followed by hysterical screaming and clapping.
FOLLOWED RIGHT AWAY BY MY HUMPS. WHATT THE HECKKKKKKKKK. Honestly? I'm speechless and I don't know what to do. My mom just told me to close the window but I was like NO. I'M LISTENING TO A PARTY. And she rolled her eyes and left. (:
My Humps has adjourned. NOW I HEAR A CHORUS OF I LIKE BIG BUTTS???????
I WANNA GET WITCHYAA AND TAKE YO PICTCHYAA. The line of making "me so horny" brought upon a LARGE OUTCOME of screams of the word "horny." YOU DON'T DO THAT.
This is vulgarity to its full extent. I don't appreciate 30 year old women listening to this and enjoying it. I really don't.
PLAY THAT FUNKAY MUSIC WHITEBOYYYY...Only a few lines of this 70's favorite.
It has quickly changed to I WILL SURVIVE. Another crowd pleaser. Maybe they're not feeling the funk right now.
3 LITTLE BIRDS SAT ON MY WINDOWW. Corinne Bailey Rae after I will Survive. Great choice, ladies. I really don't understand this playlist. Not a good transition.
Alright. So now, Yeah by Usher my former love has come on.
This is the puzzlement of the world. This is a crowd pleaser. This has brought upon an even bigger craze of screams.

Okay. So I think I'm done with this blogging extravaganza.
I dont think you readers care about this party.
But twas entertaining for awhile.
I might keep adding on if I hear a little somethin somethin thats interesting.
HOKAY
See you on the FLIP SIDE
my friends. (: