Anita and I were kind of nervous at first concerning how this little shindig we started would play out, but our nerves were soothed when people rolled in and a good time was had by most. The drinking went on, people showed up, people left. Those who left were promptly replaced by newcomers with guests of their own, and as thus the night progressed.

When inviting people, we had only a small handful on the list, but the actual number of people who attended were numerous. Of those we had invited, one was of particular importance to us, but

he was unfortunately unable to attend. This person was an individual named Scott, whose witty observation was the very inspiration for our party. "The day Jesus died," Scott had casually mentioned one fateful evening, "was a Good Friday."

The night moved along nicely, despite the workings of wanker Bob. He struggled ever so desperately to keep Anita's attention, but only succeeded in pissing her off. That's alright, though...his night ended much later with humilitation and scorn. After trying/failing to score insulin from Suzyn (because he thought it was "killer shit") he decided he wanted a cigarette from Anita. He got what he wanted that time, but only after she insisted that he crouch on all fours like a dog and kiss her foot for it. There were many other adventurous tales of Bob that night, but that, as the wonderful Michael Ende writes, is another story and shall be told at another time.

As the previous paragraph leapt forward toward the latter part of the evening, I'll bring the story back closer to the middle. Heard over the chatter, laughter and music was a knock at the door. Anita answered, only to find the shape of a man crouched in the doorway. This man crawled on hands and knees into our living room, conversation therein ceasing as the light revealed him to be none other than the Son of God! He stared about the room, eyes wide with fear, and produced a boom box and sheaf of papers. After inserting a tape and hitting play, he rose to his feet with the hip-hop beat and solicited our salvation through the medium of his specially composed rap:

No one was more surprised than I to find out that the messiah was actually Scott. He had the routine planned out with Zak and Sammy (a couple of other friends in that particular circle, also invited and in attendance), totally unbeknownst to Anita and MySelf. If there were to be anymore surprises that night, none could have surpassed the pleasure and tear-bringing hilarity which made Scott's visit the jewel in the crown. Luckily, this wonderful moment was not lost to the vaults of memory as one of our guests had brought a video recorder, immortalizing our brush with salvation!