So last night I get this call from my sister's friend about this two kegger going on. I gather the crew and we all head down there, making a couple stops at other people's houses on the way for some pre-party partying. We finally get to the kegger around midnight, and the first thing I notice is the cops parked at the end of the street. I'm already at the front door, so I just hide the 40s I'm carrying and knock. What was waiting when the door opened wasn't something that I was prepared for.
The guy that answered the door was wearing a bathrobe and a green thong, nothing else. A sex swing was hung from the ceiling. People in costumes were hanging around, drinking. I saw a couple people dressed in mascot costumes...I think they're called Furries? Anyway, I decide that since the cops are outside, I may as well drink my 40s and just hang out with the people I came with. We migrate to the backyard, camp out in the corner, and sit and drink and just watch these people, in their costumes, randomly start hooking up all around us. The guy in the bathrobe comes back out and starts asking us why we weren't dressed up. We tell him we didn't know there was a theme, then he starts telling us about his razorburn on his scrotum. It was about this time that I made the suggestion that we just take the rest of the beers we had and head back to my buddy's house and just chill there.
I'm never going to a party at IDRM's again.