After driving two hours to Cinci...I was startled when the fireman said "that's the trailer park." You see, we'd become slightly lost looking for the party. Matt pulled over to ask the fireman where the address was.
Now I have never been to a trailer park. Hell...I only recently learned the various differences between mobile homes, trailers, single-wides, and double-wides. All so fascinating.
Anyway...we found the trailer park. The party was being held in a surprisingly nice club house of the park.
Considering I know no one there, I felt better as the evening progressed and this girl Jen, also an outsider (read: non-Barnesvillian) started hanging out with me.
Suffice to say it was fun...not knowing anyone was a little hard, but oh well.
Then came the gay stripper dressed as Austin Powers. He had to have made a lot of money since the straight women all put a lot of cash in various crevices and butt cleavage.
Anyways...the night turned out ok. And the mullet-head was most definitely on Jen's team.