You know it's a good party when your phone gets stolen (??)

In all seriousness, it was a good party. As I said to Anne on Thursday night, "When I throw a party, I throw a fucking party." 

But my Blackberry got stolen, which I'm super bummed about. I just got it 2 weeks before I came to Paris! No more BBMing for now, or Google Maps...

Liz, Maria and I bought about 12 bottles of wine/champagne between the three of us to start things off:

[Some of these photos are from Maria]

On  Facebook we said the party started at 9, and a shitload of people showed up at 9:45. It started getting a little crazy...

SHOTS

I had to cut myself off around 11:30 because I started to do some major stumbling.

Some people were pissing me off, but they apologized and it was whatever. Maria had my back though, such a good roommate. Although she was slightly drunk. :)

Anne and I had a fun photoshoot with random flowers from our crazy landlady as well:

There were a lot of people at our apartment, I'd say around 50 people at least showed up.

And there were a lot of people on our balcony:

Our neighbors came by, and I thought it was because we were being way too loud. Turns out they just wanted to join us. I welcomed them in, and then they left really rudely and really quickly. I think they might have taken my phone and my roommate's iPhone...Sketch as fuck.

Someone also ate all my gum?? Like 2 packs of it. WTF. And Maria's honeycomb. And finished her ciggs. And someone took a roll of condoms and stuck it in Anne's purse, which was hidden in my room. People are weird.

There was definitely some people throwing up too, and certain people did certain things in my living room once the party died down. Ha. Maria encouraged it though, she threw towels in the living room and told them to have fun! But she was so drunk she forgot they were in there and walked in on them.

Apparently there's some stuff I don't remember too--nothing serious, but wow, I was drunk. Good times.

Some more pics:

Final count was 32 bottles of wine/champagne, a couple bottles of hard a, and a bunch of beer.

This morning, Liz, Anne and I went out to eat and nurse our hangovers. Yay for carbs.

The waiter told me I spoke French well. And so did a French girl at the party last night. That's another two people. It always makes me so happy, because I was so worried I'd forgotten everything before I came here.

Going to yoga in a bit, and then classes start tomorrow! Finally. Weird. Good thing I don't have homework today.