In life, if you announce to the world, "Party!" What happens? People are putting sandwich meat in the fish tank. Some chick can't find her phone. People are using the drywall as a makeshift punching bag. Cops are there giving people tickets for pissing on the street. Someone busts a cap. There's what looks like shit all over the kitchen floor. The cat is gone. Someone is floating face down in the pool and would you please stop sitting on my motorcycles! Those are not toys!

At one point or another in my twenties, I was at various parties where at least one of those things happened. Like the time my drunk then-girlfriend threw a grapefruit at the wall just to see what would happen.

Youth is wasted on the young.