LaLaBec’s NYE Bash: The Aftermath
New Years Eve turned out to be more terrifying than magical, but only to the outsider looking in. To us, we felt that our imaginary party surpassed magical. We all got pretend wasted and fake made out with one another at midnight. If it had been real, we would all still be on bed rest with mono. Yeah. And of course there was that game of musical underwears. It got weird in all the right places.
What we definitely did not look like. Except for Bill, who totally looked like that guy in the front, but instead he was chugging Mountain Dew.
Everyone who attended had their own special time at the party. None of the guests remember a lick of the evening, but luckily I had a camera hidden in that bonsai tree everyone kept trying to eat, so that we could all relive it. Hold on to your aspirin.
After La La and I linked our arms in a fancy fashion and did a get-the-party-started-shot out of some vases she found lying around, the first guests started to arrive. First was none other than Rich, Twindaddy, and Calahan who all arrived riding a tandem bicycle. They looked dashing. Especially Rich, who already had a margarita in one hand and a package of depends in the other. He thought it would be funny. It was. After all, we did instruct guests to bring a change of underwear.
Before Twindaddy could even set up the YouTube streaming videos of people doing the stanky leg, we heard a discerning clatter coming from the back yard. Or the roof. This one I am hazy on. It was David Stewart, of course. His homemade helicopter was painted in purple animal print. At first we were confused, but then Renee hopped out screaming, “Sir Mix-A-Lot is getting a run for his money tonight!”. That made more sense and was refreshing to hear.
Speaking of refreshing, as more guests started to arrive we all started coming up with drink concoctions. Emily set up a drink stand in the kitchen that had a sign reading, “Enhanced Lemonade” with a winking smiley face drawn on it. Le Clown later broke this sign in half using only his nose. He didn’t even smudge his new clown make-up.
Sarah brought plenty of tequila which me and La La hoarded all night, and Cathy and India brought some other inferior liquors. Just kidding. No liquor is inferior. And Cathy, I had no idea you could down a gin and tonic through Adam‘s beer bong like that. Impressive. Good thing JackieP was on standby with the water to hydrate us all, until she found the room with the clapper light and disappeared for the rest of the night.
We didn’t just drown ourselves in booze. There was also a feast. It had resemblance to the imaginary feast in the movie Hook.
Despite the rumors, this is not how The (actual) Hook showed up to the party. He wore his bellman’s uniform as requested, and everyone threw ones at him thinking he was a stripper.
Vyvacious brought some gourmet batman looking stuff to the table which started a chain reaction. Everyone started whipping out their treats. Not those kinds of treats. Adam is brought a cheese ball. Lori brought an edible insect that I stayed away from, because I wasn’t sure what it was. I ate Weeb’s desert instead. She got kind of mad. To top it all off, I found Lauren frying chicken in the kitchen with mmkng (hello, hello kitty underwear!). They were whispering to each other, “Be vewy vewy careful” and snickering madly.
By the way, who was naked in the pantry? I am looking at you MissFourEyes. I know Pigeon Heart was probably in there too, giving you a full body tattoo.
Suddenly, about ten till midnight, the famous bromantic couple Brother Jon and David Harding busted through the door. Brother Jon brought the ultimate party platter of bagel bites, pickles, and pizza rolls, and David had everyone fist dancing simultaneously. Naturally, but very unnaturally. He was also chanting something about giants ruling. The only one not fist dancing was Amy. She was swaying in the wind like a willow.
As the clock struck twelve, and I frantically searched for Calahan, Le Clown raised his sparkling water to which everyone fell silent. He made a toast that was too beautiful to be translated. Or, I am just rusty on my French. We all had a moment of silence for the absent Jillian and Ridicuryder who decided it would be bad for his abstinence to show up to a party with women, booze, and underwear celebrations.
Then everyone became one.
I slipped out of the kissing cluster just in time to find Calahan, who was nuzzling in the corner with Jack and humming the tune of All By Myself . I didn’t dare interrupt him.
As guest finally started making the trek home, I made sure to warn everyone not to disturb Maddie who passed out on the front yard sidewalk with Moses’s tie on. As the number of party people dwindled, La La and I took a much-needed seat on the front porch. As I lit my last cigarette, we saw Carrie and Jules stealing the tandem bicycle. They had a large bag tied to the back.
Just before they turned out of sight, I watched three identical thinking crowns fall out of the bag and skip across the asphalt. “So much for the party favors” I though, just before I gave in to sleep.
Bonus: LaLaBec Productions Out Take
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Oh my goodness. I hope the clean-up job wasn’t too epic!
We hired help.
Sensible girl!
Best. Party Ever. I was totes there in spirit – I felt the energy from you guys as I stumbled into my room – bleary eyed from work and falling into bed. It made me shiver.
Then I passed out with you. In spirit.
Next year you don’t get a choice. I will pick you up in my jet if I have to. I’ll steal the jet too if I have to.
DUDE! Yes. I love jet rides. Or rather, I will after you pick me up in one!
it’s just that my dessert looked so yummy, and I was so excited to eat it, and then all of a sudden, gone! Fortunately I loaded up on Emily’s Enhanced Lemonade and Brother Jon’s awesome party platter, so all was not lost. Fantastic do, ladies, let’s do it again next New Year’s Eve!!!
Agreed! Let’s! Next time, to make up for it, ill bake you a king cake for dessert and it will be in a lock box to which only you have the code. Deal? Deal.
Best. Party. Ever.
Sexiest. Party. Ever. you mean.
Bingo.
You know it!
Holy comments Batman!
You smoke cigarettes?
It’s true.
I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.
I am transitioning into an occasional smoker more than a smoker smoker this year. Does that help?
Run more. That’ll make you quit right quick…(and now I don’t speak proper English either) You’ll just be one of those smokers that says “Oooh, this coffee needs a cig.” or “I’m so wasted a cig is the best idea everrrrr” then you are hungover. Or “I ran 7 miles today, one smoke won’t hurt” Until you realize it burns…but sometimes it burns good.
damnt, now I want a smigerrete.
We made such an entrance! Jon and I make a wonderful couple, don’t you think?
Javid Hagarding in the house!
What is going on here?
Magic, Jon. Magic.
“Musical underwears?” What are the rules? lol This sounds like a lot of fun!
“He made a toast that was too beautiful to be translated.” Whatever the toast, it’s a grand event when a person’s words become tangible in the presence of our mind. This New Years sounded like an epic memory you have been blessed with!
I enjoyed the read.
You have a beard, and that makes you okay in my book. Yes, I know this much this quickly. Thank you for reading! I am glad you enjoyed this event that never happened.
Never happened? Man… lol Well it should happen!
Oh and I have the beard on loan so I have to keep it nice. WOOT! Thanks for following my blog!
And you have great hair… That’s coming from a person with long crazy hair too!
Thank you! We are officially hair buddies. Yay.
LOL Yes! Have a great day!
I normally bring a helmet on NYE anyway, but usually there aren’t any bikes involved.
This was such a great idea!
Thanks Jules, but I still know you stole all of the party favors. It’s okay, you kind of deserve them anyway.
This is why you weren’t on Chatroulette, all makes sense now.
I should have hooked up Chatroulette on TwinDaddy’s computer and let the world in on our fun.
Becca, nice job! (It’s still a bit fuzzy though)
Adam, if you can believe it, I even left a few things out. A special moment. You know what I am talking about ..
Did it look like this?
arrgghhhhh I cannot delete this from my brain now!
Isn’t that the sweetest thing you have ever seen Leo?!
Close, but more like this:
That kinda made my skin crawl. Good call!
I know, right?
Bahahahhaa
You know what? Come midnight that backstabbing Aussie (DAVID HARDING) was no where to be found. I bet he was hanging out with Mooselicker, at a different party. See if I share my pizza rolls with him again!!
Dude. I saw y’all swinging on the porch swing together. It was bromantic, like I said.
Okay, maybe you’re right. No more Mt. Dew for me next year.
I’ll be sure to temp you with it
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Mooselicker by name, mooselicker by nature.
…not sure what that means.
You’re not calling yourself “Moose”, are you?
I’m the moose with the sweet caboose.
I knew I shouldn’t have started drinking so early.
Sorry I missed the bash
Red
Red! Yes! I was wondering where you were all night
It will never happen again. No more bloody mary’s at 9am…
That sounds like a lovely idea! I mean, no. You are right. No more 9 AM vodka.
Except on work days.
Great exception.
Naked debauchery. Glad I escaped it on the tandem bicycle! Thanks for the mention and for a good laugh.
Carrie, take good care of our thinking crowns!
That was an amazing party, LaLaBec. With you guys hosting how could it not be? I love dancing like a willow.
You brought a tear to my eye. It may have been partially alcohol induced, but you can take all of the credit ma’am!
Anytime, miss!
You would!
I would clap at how wonderful it all was, but the doctor suggested I give up clapping for a while. My hands are still bandaged up. I even have a hard time typing, but I’m managing. It was fun! I did peek through the door at everyone else in between all my clapping. Ah, the stories I could tell!
Rest those hands clapper queen
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Nice thing about virtual parties is that the dry cleaning bils are so much lower afterwards.
Sometimes.
Good you added the caveat… indeed, sometimes
And you don’t have to clean up anything but word vomit.
Reblogged this on and commented:
Becca wrote about the LaLaBec NYE Bash! It was our party and we made out if we (I) wanted to….
That Sir-Mix-A lot was exhausted when I was done with him. He so loved my butt. Cuz I’ve got a huge one! It took him two hands to hold it all! I made sure to dance the night away and kiss all the other boys in the room too. Damn what a terrific night we had! Can’t wait for next year. I’ll be sure to bring a couple changes of underwear so I can stay a couple extra days. Giggle, snort!
Lucky man that Sir-Mix-A-Lot is! I think I felt him grab my butt at one point too. He really can’t get enough!
Damn our butts should be sore, and his hands too. Love it Becca, I sure do!
I’m disappointed to know that nobody was able to enjoy my stanky leg videos, but relieved to know I was able to keep my armor on all night. Also, did anyone reprimand MissFourEyes for blogging instead of partying? In the closet, no less?
You really don’t remember? You made her sit in the bath tub at one point and watch this video ten times as punishment.
That certainly sounds like something I’d do. I hope she learned her lesson.
This is just too precious.
Well you didn’t keep it on ALL night. Just sayin.
Lol. I didn’t know that until just now…
I know!! Trust me, I know.
Hahahaha
It was a great party. The tandem bike ride with Rich and Twindaddy was just the right amount of exercise I needed to get my personality just slightly past silent to that perfect amount of awkward. Jack was a great companion at midnight and didn’t mind my singing one bit. In fact, he began kneading once I hit the high notes, which I took as a compliment. I thought that Jack would be my way to get closer to Becca, but, alas, no one to kiss at midnight. Okay, that’s not true. At midnight, Jack spit a hairball on me, which I took as a cat kiss.
By the way, Rich, you kept handing me your increasingly filled bag of used Depends and promised to pick it up before the party was over. I still have the bag and I don’t know what I should do with it. Let me know where to send it, man. I don’t have the space for it.
That WAS a cat kiss. Lucky. I would have surprise dipped you and gone in for the kill, but I could sense you and Jack’s special moment there.
Good luck with getting Rich to take back his used Depends. I can’t tell you how many bags I have had to try to take to Goodwill. Even they didn’t want them.
Seriously? I even asked Jack, “Hey, do you think she’ll swoop in and surprise dip me?” and he just started batting at my glasses. I didn’t get to take you out to breakfast or anything. *sigh*
How about we retry this on my birthday?
Which is when? Let me know if Jack’s schedule will be open.
July 21. He said he will move some things around.
I’ll start saving $ for airfare.
Best. Birthday. Ever.
hee hee
Are you going to sing it to me?
If I did sing, it would be worst. birthday. ever.
Good. Neither of us will sing.
I’m surprised we made it there at all. You guys short-sightedly asked me to steer that infernal contraption and this mask reduces my peripheral vision to something akin to tunnel vision.
This mask has its uses, though. For instance, the built in filter kept the horrid stench of Rich’s used depends safely away from my sensitive nose.
Yeah, putting Rich and his Depends up front and down wind was a bad choice on both of our parts. But, really, what were we supposed to do? I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, make him feel like the used Depends was a bad idea for a party. Next party, you and I are riding a bicycle built for two and we can tow Rich in a Radio Flyer wagon. Deal?
That works for me, but we’ll have to get some bungie cords or something. And a helmet. You know he’s gone after just one drink of his MGD64.
Good point. I’ll start jotting this down, so we’re prepared for the next party.
Always be prepared is not my motto, but it should be.
“Always be prepared for Rich and his Depends” should be everyone’s motto.
I concur. Like a doctor. That was a rather horrific experience. One that should NOT be repeated. Fuck a fire escape plan. A “Rich and his Depends” plan is what we all need.
It’s worthy of its own sign posted at all front doors.
It is, indeed.
I second this.
I just noticed, twindaddy and my links are the same ones. Ha ha.
Guys… Guys… Guys… I drank too much. I DON’T REMEMBER ANY OF THIS. I’m sorry… I have a problem. Also why would I leave my tie behind?
Has anyone seen my tie?
All I know is that Maddie said something about the tree in the front yard needing some swag, and then she stole your tie. Next thing I know, she was passed out.
It looked *fabulous* in the tree.
What a light weight… I need my tie back! It was a gift!
okay, i’m my defense on what i brought to the party – you might forget our conversation when we on the tandem bike were on our way there. i said, “i’m on my way to CVS to get the extra-large condoms you wanted. is there anything else i should get?” and you said, “Depends…” i wasn’t able to SEE the ellipsis over the phone, so i got what i thought you were requesting.
Those ellipses always get me, Rich. Good think you had enough for both shopping list items. Had you not, I wouldn’t have this condom balloon animal souvenir sitting on my shelf. Le Clown is truly a talent!
making a moose with a full rack (no offense) out of condoms requires a dexterity that i can’t imagine.
Rich, it was very clever of you to fill the extra-large condoms with vodka for the “water balloon” fight. Well done. Well done, indeed.
just had to be careful to keep it away from the candles. that stuff lights up quickly.
True enough. Well done.
high five. down low. not that low.
Oh, shit. Sorry.
c’mon, man. i’m 50. that’s borrowed time. and i’m still recovering from the NYE naked limbo. someone had to be the pole. my thanks to whoever brought the viagra.
I can’t stop laughing!
that happens when the viagra wears off.
Who held up the other end? You can’t play limbo with a tripod. I just don’t remember.
la la’s job to hold up the other end. she was supposed to share but wouldn’t let go. i was cool with that.
I imagine so. I wish I remembered all of this.
DVD release next week.
Midnight release?
release party!!
I’m so there.
Oh god… here we go again.
what should i bring?
Free copies to the participants. The rest are being sold to the masses at $14.99 on DVD and 19.99 on Blu Ray.
unrated version is – well, it’s all unrated. the MPAA wouldn’t touch it with a 10 inch pole. so to speak.
I trust your judgement on poles.
always good to get a second opinion
Still laughing.
you weren’t laughing when you didn’t get your turn.
That was one great party that I never went to. Oh, I was there, but Moses offered to help me with the champagne I was carrying, and I never made it into the house. He suggested we make sure the bubbly was fit for a LaLaBec party, so we sat on the lawn for some samples. That is one fun dude. The rest is history. I’m glad I didn’t wake with marker drawings on my face.
no marker on your face. but apparently you haven’t yet checked your ass in the mirror.
Hahaha … Becca warned me about nodding off/passing out.
my apologies for the razor bumps.
Hahahahaha *snort*
My apologies.
Mr. Harding was trying to get after you with a glow in the dark sharpie, but I stiff armed him. Glad you had fun with your lawn champagne tasting!
You are the best, Becca! You saved me from a pizza face drawing, I’m sure.
So true! Glad you made it… at least to the lawn!
La La Bec,
You guys just didn’t recognize me without my helmet on. It was before Midnight (and the start of my project) with Alexandra Livingston…….La La may still be a little tequila fuzzy about the magic. I did leave before midnight.
Happy New Year smooch you later,
RidicuRyder
Who leaves a NYE bash before midnight?!
Oh, right, RidicuRyder.
Even a friendly Happy New Year peck from you would have been too much for me to handle…….I had to get outta there!
I’m still in a genuine daze. Oh, Alexandra!
After a while we both got to calling her Big Al, so that’s probably why you couldn’t remember her clearly afterwards.
Good old Big Al. I barely knew ye.
Sounds like a lovely party. Much better than my party with the dogs. Happy New Year, Becca.
Happy New Year to you ma’am!
someone’s naked in the pantry …..why do I think there’s a song like that? There should be a song like that!!!!!!
Woops. Too excited. I’m still a little drunk. You really shouldn’t keep your inferior liquors in the pantry
I’ll remember that for next time. Or not. You make a good naked pantry guest.
You make the bestest hostess
I still don’t understand why you can’t blog without clothes on. Not that I’m complaining, though. Say, what happened to the post you were working on in there? I haven’t seen it.
Yeah, where IS that post?
There was so much nakedness involved…..think you can handle it?
If not I’ll surely have fun trying.
Pigeon Heart gave me a tattoo right above my ass. A tramp stamp. A Mexican sombrero tramp stamp.
An invitation to rest my head there?
A stormtrooper with a tramp stamp hat.
Make all the jokes you want, but I’ll be busy having a good time while having the best seat in the house to watch MFE blog naked.
On my butt hat?
It sounds rather silly when you put it like that.
Pshht, not silly. Butt hats are sexy! At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself
Well, we’ll find out at the next party! Just let me know which closet you’ll be blogging in.
Deal!
Woohoo!!
Pahahahaha.
It was an amazing party! How could it not be with you two as hostesses and such a great crowd. WordPress attracts the coolest people! Thanks for the recap, Becca as I do not remember a single thing about it…
Cathy, you are a wonderful dancer.
Fist dancing is my specialty…
You are quite miraculous at it, as I recall.
I am here for y’all
. Thanks Cathy! You were definitely popular at the party.
Ummm, Thank you, I think!
I wondered where the hell my tequila ran off to. Luckily I only brought Jose. Had I brought Sir Petron, well I think we need not go there.
Good call dude, that is all I can say. Some of us might not be here today had you done that!
Becca, I made the treat I brought in the SHAPE of an insect. You missed out. It was really rum-velvet cake. Lauren doesn’t remember, but she bit the head off of it and then went back to the tequila. (yes, she bit the head off of it … the cake … the rum cake).
I must have missed that sight while I was in the kitchen checking on the fried chicken fiasco. I don’t know anything anymore Lori. That party changed the way I see life.
I remember and it was delicious!!!!!!
They threw ONES?
ONES?
Thanks for the ego boost, Becca! No wonder I’ve suppressed that memory…
Did I mention that everyone threw exactly 8 ones? It was bizarre, but that means you made like $240!!!!!!!
You’re forgiven.
Shouldn’t that go back to the communal party pot?
Agreed!
Right? I need to buy a new cheese plate after someone broke mine.
Who needs a cheese plate. You can’t eat it, you can’t drink it, and it’s not the best dance accessory!
Yes, someone spilled red wine on my armor and I can’t get it out. I’ll need some of that to have it professionally removed.
I don’t think you people understand the definition of ‘communal’. Does a foreigner need to explain everything to native English speakers, damn it!
Well, either way….I have a damn stain…DAMMIT!
Stage another party, request people to bring red wine, and we’ll paint something nice for you
Yes, I have just invited myself.
Well, that’s a fabulous idea! You all can shower me with red wine and I can then be a RED stormtrooper! Imagine how fearsome I’ll look then!
I’ll start planning right away.
Yeah it was meant for the carpe… damn. I’m sure you got it and are just now goading me.
…red, red wine…..nanana nananaaaaaa
India is still wasted.
Hey!
Just a little…
…goes to my head….
Woot! Now that song is stuck in my head! *parties by himself*
Evil stormtrooper with jokes.
Hey, I gotta work with what I got.
Hahaha! Awesome, and stuff! So sorry I missed out.
Me too!
Hahaha loving it! By the way, that inferior liquor I brought was Jaegermeister. Horrendous on its own, but soooooooo loooooovely dropped into Red Bull
I think I had a taste of every liquor known to man that night. Jaeger bombs included!
India, I wore my Jaeger underwear today just for you. Literally.
NO WAY. I have on my Crown Royal thong.
We are amazing.
Need to see that too.
Don’t make me beg.
Oh bloody hell. I want to see that.
I will take a picture of them later!
This is the perfect summary, Becca! What a good time we had kissing everyone. And stuff. And stuff. And stuff.
The hang over was brutal.
Worth it!
Ahem. That’s “stuph.”
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