Since this moment in my life took place, I have learned a thing or two about that day. But what made for quite the day.
If anyone remembered the last old party house I lived at, you know the condition of the house when we moved out so you can go ahead and skip ahead. For those who don’t, let me be the one to describe its condition. When we moved into this house commonly known as just “Normal & Ash” named by its location the house was already a “shit-hole”. But those “shit-holes” bring the best parties based on ANYTHING can happen to the house and it never really mattered; for it just made for another story. This house was a corner lot house and it was a good size house for college kids. There were 3 bedrooms in the front of the house and one HUGE bedroom in the back of the house that appeared to be added on after the home was developed. I actually remember the day the lease was signed the landlord basically summed up all questions with “whatever you guys want”. The house was naturally drafty, hardwood floors, and alone in it, was probably the scariest thing in the world. Ghost stories aside, out of the original 4 of us that moved in I was the last one to go. In my time there I had 12 roommates. The front door to the house never closed meaning people were coming and going all of the time AND the front door seriously didn’t close (the door remained broken the entire time up until a week before I moved out)… It was like the tenants paid rent on a house that all of Tahlequah occupied.