Mortified

I just got home from a Halloween party at someone's house. Me and about another 200 people were the guests. Let me state this: I don't know how they do it. Every year, they throw this party so they know the consequences of inviting over hundreds of their "closest" friends.

My liederhosen shoes were literally sticking to the floor. Where did they put their furniture? I did notice they did laid down some Home Depot runners to protect their carpet upstairs. In any case, again, I would just die when I woke-up in the morning to see my house trashed like that of a college Playboy awarded party. Die. Just die.