Coke-Laced Marshmallows

We stood outside the house where the party was supposed to be. In fact, it was there, because we could see it because the lights were on. And I was afraid they could see us inside, but a) they weren’t paying attention to what was happening outside the window and b) he said that they couldn’t see because there was a reflection. I never really confirmed in my own head what or how this reflection was, but at the time I assumed he was right and it didn’t matter.

We stood outside waiting to go in, and then I had this genius idea where we light the second round of the Prime Times (cherry and peach, respectively) and we pretend to be finishing a smoke before we go in. And I think I said this because I thought someone was coming out for a smoke from inside. I remember there was a time constraint because of this fact. But I fumbled with the matches the lady at Macs gave me, and basically laughed and blew the flame out as I tried to light the cigar in front of my mouth. Finally the host (one of the hosts) came out and was smoking and saw us and said my name and I was sheepish and came closer and blurted out a lame excuse about finishing a smoke and then we all hung outside until the time came to go inside. I guess the plan sort-of worked.

We got inside and there is one guy I know who is cool on the floor cutting out snowflakes from folded paper, because everyone is doing it. I figure it’s a weird pretense for hanging out in a room (the living room). I figure the scissors can’t be safe with all the drinking that’s going on. But nevertheless, there they are. Snowflakes, even though it’s an extremely mild, relatively snowless February. Wait, maybe that’s the main reason to make fake snow. I remember asking this guy to make a mini-one, but apparently the paper is too hard to cut when it’s folded so tight.
We’re sitting on the couch (the good one, who the hell knows how we got it). We’re playing hangman in my sketchbook a) because I bring it everywhere, and b) because it’s nice to do when you don’t know anyone at a party. I imagine it’d be a nice way to get to know other people too, but I don’t know if we have that intention. I don’t think I do. We play games that start out with general themes, then turn to movie quotations, then turn to Star Wars quotations. E.g. “That’s no moon... that’s a space port!” or “It’s never gonna run” or “These are not the droids you’re looking for”.

Another host hands us marshmallows. It’s really funny and random but kind of hard to notice just how weird until after, when it’s really funny. It’s hard to tell if it’s funny because it’s weird or if the joke I made about them made them funny and therefore memorable. I said they were probably Coke-laced.