Day one of expose

Amanda, a new Muslim friend I met in my Arab film class, was kind enough to let me borrow a gaggle of hijabs and pins for my expose. She even provided me with traditional Arab incense women used to perfume their scarves.

It was just a shit show in my house from 12 am- 10 am. Everyone was wildly messed up, songs were sung (loudly) in Portuguese and Arabic, middle school-esq make out sessions on my couch, strange Brazilian people sleeping in my living room, people breaking the fence, Saudis and Indian and Americans smoking strange things, marriage proposals, a drunken face plant, three people bled at different points in the night. My place felt like the United Nations, per usual for a party of mine, except with more alcohol and green. No stains or huge messes though, which I would say is pretty good for a party of 30 ish people. And because I know my sister is reading this, Maggie was taken care of the whole time- don't worry.

Worked from 6-4 am. blech.