Well, the friends we invited told a few of their friends. Who mentioned it to others. By the end of the night, the announcement was made from the stage that the after party was at our house.
I have never seen that many people in one place legally. Crammed in every corner, in every room. The screened in porch was packed, even on that cold (I believe November) evening. Not to mention that there was sex happening EVERYWHERE in the house-even in the bushes outside. Younger high school kids, who had nothing to do with the reunion, showed up with a keg, thinking they could PAR-TAY. The house was filled with Newport cigarette smoke (that school's butt of choice) and Wingman's brother who was living with us at the time, came home to find cocaine lines being drawn on his dresser.
Ah, the eighties.
