Last night I went to a party. Just for a little while — it was feeling a little louder than I was. But in the hour I was there, I witnessed:

• four naked men on the sidewalk, jumping in circles around a birthday girl.
• the cutest pomeranian puppy, out for a walk with his drunk owner
• an egg chair that smelled like cat pee

Sadly, I left before the backyard wrestling happened. See, Owen said that once he and his friend Toche were so drunk they were about to puke, they would wrestle in the back yard.

And they did. Man. I’m really sorry I missed that.