All my rowdy friends, they came over the other night:
My party was pretty rockin’, I’d have to say. I mean, there weren’t go-go dancers or barbecue or fat piles of cash money lying around, and I tried in vain to turn it into a makeout party, but judging from the state of the apartment when I finally got out of bed this morning (at 3 pm), a good time was most definitely had. I’d say the best sign that your party was a success is if people you didn’t know showed up. Around 1:30 am, I was sitting on my bed with Lauren, applying lip gloss to my cute neighbor, when some guy walked into my room and started looking at my pictures and then looked at me and said, “Dude. Do you live here?”
I think that counts as disturbing the sexy.