Day 24: Party Down
By the next day, a subdued mood was holding steady over MML headquarters. There had still been no gig calls, there was only so many space rocks to find, hours to play an instrument, and chapters to write in even the most gripping of trashy romance tales. Even worse, despite the fact that the gang was living with their friends, their social moods were low, with a couple of them even showing the “lonely” mood. I wasn’t too sure why. They were all good friends, so how could they be lonely. Unless they were all 20-somethings suffering existential and/or midlife crises. Curiously, Robi was the first to become “Lonely”, which really made me think. If Robi – the man who could carry on a conversation with himself for a good two hours – was feeling lonely, what must the others be feeling? I felt I had to step in again, if only to lift the band’s spirits a bit. What I hadn’t realized is that this would set in motion a certain chain of events that could very well alter the future of the experiment. Time will only tell.
As Robi was apparently feeling the loneliest, I thought there were few things more exciting than an epic party. Everyone in the band was almost a B-list celeb at this point, and what was the point of being famous if you didn’t flaunt it every now and then. So, I had him call up everyone he knew and set up a formal-wear party the likes Bridgeport had never seen, hopefully. I could immediately sense a change sweep over him. He seemed…excited. He couldn’t wait to get ready.
The plan was to throw a pool party where everyone would be dressed up in their best, and then be forced to strip down to their underwear and get freaky. Was this actually possible? I didn’t have a clue, but there was plenty to do before the guests began to arrive, so I couldn’t spend too much time thinking about it. Robi got on the phone and ordered pizza. Farrah cooked up a huge pot of mac n’ cheese (because nothing says epic like black tie and easy mac). I turned the TV and both radios on, and set the lights to awesome, just as the first guests began to arrive.
By the time the pizza arrived, people were streaming in through the door at a rate I hadn’t imagined possible. I didn’t even know where or when I would’ve met all these people, unless they were all just fans of the band? After a while, there were more people than I had invited, which was fine, especially since quite a few of them brought food. One lady who looked like someone’s mom brought a plate of pancakes. Another brought some hotdogs and set the plate on the floor (don’t worry, Hans had mopped earlier). If there’s one thing I can say about a Sim party, it’s that there’s never enough food.
The entire thing kicked off at 5 pm. By 8, people were still showing up, though no one was getting naked and jumping into the pool like I had hoped. I was wanting a formal wear kegger, but it looked as if the night was turning into just your standard shindig (or as Robi preferred to call it, a Gathering of Fresh Souls). By the way, Robi was definitely enjoying himself, basking in the light of hosting what was turning out to be quite the party.
The night carried on with much revelry and happiness from everyone. I didn’t see anyone complain, and by the time guests began to leave, the party had been raging for seven hours. Robi received nothing but compliments, a few even going as far to describe his party as “awesome”. Really, what else would you expect from such a man? By 2 am, the final guest had left, and the gang was left with a house in slightly worse shape than they had found it, specifically in the kitchen.
But, by then, it was too late, and everyone too tired to care about the dishes. It was off to bed to recuperate. And, the plan had been a great success. Robi’s social bar was fully charged, and I received a notification that his party would be talked about all throughout town. That was better than I could have hoped for. Which is good. I couldn’t stand that crazy Frenchman slipping into a depression.