The gate crasher from hell

I haven’t had the opportunity to throw a party for a long time thanks to the gymnastics that the National University has got me doing. However, thank goodness, last Friday, I got my chance to throw off the Butare shackles and let my hair down (or whatever hair I have now that I’m having a serious case of a receding hairline). I don’t know any other way of doing all this except by throwing a house party. I ran the idea through the boys, aka the Ugly Munkiz, and they were in total agreement; a party was in order. The thing with parties is that they never go according to plan, especially the ones I throw; someone always acts a fool.