a bit of faith restored

Friday was a blast of a night: Katie had a party up at her house in Alpine, and, as usual, there was more than enough to do and keep everyone entertained. There were probably around fifty or sixty people total who came, and it was a blast! I went up with Emily, her roommate Jessica, Brooke, and Tyler, which completely filled up the Toyota, making for a rockin' car ride listening to Hannah Montana and Cascada selections--talk about party. ;)

A quick recap on the night's activities: 3 games of air hockey (I won 2), 4 games of foosball (Tyler and I miserably lost 2), 2 games of knock-out (because it deals with a basketball, naturally, I did not advance far either time), 2 trips down the water slide, 2 trips to the bonfire pit, 2 rounds in the hot tub, 1 round in the pool. We arrived around 8:00 and left around midnight, making for an excellent, fun-filled, not-caring-what-time-it-was night.

The title of my post refers to my hot tub experience this time around. (Remember the last time I was in a hot tub?? . . . ) This time I went in the pool and the hot tub, I had a blast! The waterslide was certainly a score, I went off the diving board (but I definitely didn't dive--don't get the wrong impression), and I crammed into the hot tub with a bunch of people. We actually engaged in fun conversation and had a good time. That said, I do think that the factors were skewed in my favor. The people in the hot tub consisted primarily of those I drove with and other people I already knew: me, Emily, Jessica, Tyler, Brooke, Brennen, Mibrie (I'm not sure how to spell that--she's my next door neighbor), and James (Brennen's friend). Yeah. I would be way disappointed if I had a negative experience with all those people I know.

Okay, so maybe this hot tub round isn't enough to nullify my previous experience.

PS--I brought my camera, but stupidly did not take any pictures. You can use your imagination.