Purple is not on the Rubik’s cube

Med School Mess and her roommates were planning a Rubik’s Cube Party on a Saturday night at their place on the Almost East Side, telling their guests that they were to dress as a solid color and that there would be a "consequence" based on the color chosen.  On the same night, 5-foot 8x6 was having a blacklight party at Pieces (conveniently located diagonally across Manhattan from MSM’s).  Of course, we had to go to both.

I texted a few people that we should hit up Pieces for happy hour (since 5-foot 8x6 was working) and then go out to dinner before the Rubik’s party.  This was particularly convenient for me because I wanted to get some colored fishnets to complete my outfit, and the sex shops in the Village were likely to have them in stock.

Just like every Saturday afternoon, Mean Girls was playing silently with subtitles on the plasma screens and 5-foot 8x6’s iPod was blasting out the not-so-pop music.  Eventually, everyone showed up, including Bottomless Pitt.  He started to apologize profusely for what had happened the night before, but I let him know (again) that it wasn’t that serious for me.  I was most upset that he was too drunk to give me details.

A group of 5 of us went around the corner to grab a bite and saw that the restaurant had a BYOB sign. 

“Ugh, should we just go to a place that has a bar?”

“Um, no!  A) it’s cheaper to BYOB, and B) there’s a liquor store a block away.”

“Oh… right.  Lead the way!”

We got a magnum of white and went back the Thai restaurant.  As per usual, we were loud and obnoxious extremely boisterous (MicHELLe introduced me to the abbreviation, “as per uzhe”, which works much better aurally than in print).  After the waitress took our orders, she asked, “Do you want to try grilled cararari?”  She barely made it to the kitchen before our whole table lost it and turned into a teary-eyed, giggly mess.

After trying to decipher our check (she wrote English about as well as she spoke it), everyone else went to MicHELLe’s to polish off the other bottle of wine while Urban Sprawl and I went to find my fishnets.  What I thought would be a half-hour mission took about 3 minutes, so we hopped the train up for an early arrival to Med School Mess's.  

As usual, the decorations for the party were out of control.

The snacks.

The drinks.

The party favors. 

These guys really took nerd-dom to a whole new level: you can see the algorithm on the wall for how to solve a Rubik’s cube (and many were trying to put it into practice at the party).  I even heard someone whisper that they had researched facts on the origins of the Rubik’s cube and facts about it’s inventor prior to showing up.  Wow.

Of course, guest participation is always one of the most fun parts of these Med-School parties. 

And they made Twister-like drinking game.

(Psst!  Hey, Lollypop Guild!  Purple is not on the Rubik’s cube!)

Props to Morehead’s for the gayest ensemble at the gathering.

And what's a Med School Mess party without a performance of "Single Ladies"?

 And "Damaged".

God knows how much liquor we went through there, but we rallied everyone to get downtown for 5-foot 8x6’s party.  There exists a video of the latter part of this train ride.  I can’t post it here (let me tell you: if Facebook detagging were an olympic event...), but it involves a subway pole, a strap-on request, a broken umbrella, and Morehead’s mouth.

Part of the fun of the blacklight party was writing things on people’s skin, especially where they couldn't see.

Did I mention that the rest of these pictures have almost no story behind them, but they crack me the fuck up?

Yeah.

This wasn't nearly as messy as Med School Mess's last party: New Year's Eve.  Click here to check it out.

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