Party!

In my neck of the woods, there's a big street party called Grand Old Days (celebrated along Grand Ave, here in St Paul) every spring. Good times, lot's of live music, drinking, and so on. Now, typically, I don't do much for Grand Old, as for the last few years it's gotten a bit, well stupid rowdy. Friends have nearly been forced into fights with drunks, the crowds have gotten really dumb, etc. This year, I had no real plans. That all changed a few night's ago.

It was about midnight or so when there's a knock on the door to my apartment. Now, we're not sure what's going on, as while we were being a bit loud, nothing too bad. Turns out it is a neighbor, but he's not there to complain. He actually wondered over because he heard the noise and wanted to ask my roommate and I for a favor. You see, he wants to throw a big party fro Grand Old (hence my background on that from above). However, he wants to provide a bit more space for the party. So, he asked if we'd like to contribute some space to the endeavor. He's already ordering food to the tune of a $1000 (and is something of a gourmet chef), and then booze on top of that. I guess he's a doctor from time to time...

So, all we need to do is make sure the apartment is spic and span, and we get free food, booze, and attractive women to come over for a day of partying. Yeah, I think we'd be happy to help out... I love my neighbors.