The House Setting

Just so you can get an idea of the parties that went down @ the house and the random people that would just show up. My African drum & dance teacher is in the pic, he's actually from Senegal. Anyways, this specific party was a sort of a end of session thing and it was really only supposed to be those in the class getting faced @ the house. It turned out to be waaaAAay more than originally planned
There was even some guy who showed up w/ some kind of instrument made out of rocks. Now the house has 3 stories, the top being just one huge terrace, the second w/ 2 bedrooms and whats supposed to be a tv/family room, and a bathroom and the bottom story had another 2 rooms w/ bathroom and there was also a seperate bathroom that had been built outside of the house. The stairs as you can see had no rails so you had no choice but to try and grab or claw @ the wall if you were just ripped. The glass window got broken once, from someone running down real fast. The door under the stairs, that leads outside to the other restroom. *as of here I will refer to the guys as JT and ST.
The night started off slow, with only the class. I'm not gonna lie, I showed up @ the party just a little before prime time because I knew it would be quite a bore w/ just the class. Some how ANOTHER party that was supposed to be thrown that night ended up merging at this house. You could here the drumming from a couple houses down ( you can actually hear it from a couple streets when the drums are out on the terrace). The scene inside consisted of alot of smoke, people on the floor drumming, others dancing/showing off their newfound african dance steps, some watching, alcohol in hand with that glazed over look and alot of chatter. Oh and the repeated sound of someone in the crowd yelling "WOOO!!!" "YEAAAH!!!" one hand in the air, the other with a bottle of beer. In between all this, I ended up with a 40oz in one hand and 1/2 a bottle of wine in the other and on my way to the third floor. Apparently just a little before this, JT and I had gone out to get the fire gear (JT & ST like to fire dance) like across town cuz he had been too lazy to move his car from the cultural center to his house. I just remember laughing alot and trying to carry one of the bags back to the house. So, the third floor was where people had migrated and the so had the alcohol. This is where things got interesting. Here I got engrossed into a heated conversation about anarchy and socialism with this dude, and eventually people would come over listen/watch and try to take sides but gave up as soon as they started. The conversation is fuzzy, but I do recall at the end of the night we became better friends. The hours passed, people parted to their houses and somehow I ended up on second floor, literally on the floor, talking with JT n ST and these 2 other girls. In the morning, I woke up because I had to pee, and stepped out of the bedroom only to find JT passed out on the floor in the living room and ST on his bed diagonally. It was an obstacle course trying to get to the bathroom. Once i got there, well I pretty much ran back to the bedroom. Someone didn't think the toilet was good enough for puking and opted for the bathtub instead. I can't believe that much stuff came out of someone and they didn't even bother to run the water or something! Some cd's and a drum were stolen which were never recovered. Is there a morale to the events? Of course. Wacth your stuff, close doors and know who you are letting into your house!!!