It's Party Time--Or Not! Day 3

So, Aileen, can you tell us about what happened on Day 3?  You had a party, right?  How did that go?

Day 3!  Oh, my sim Goddess, that was a complete nightmare!  I just couldn’t believe it.  I was really regretting my decision to become Social Director—it was like trying to throw a party in the zoo.

The day didn’t start off too badly, I guess—some of us got together in the TV room and did a little dancing before breakfast.

Then we went to Morning Meeting—I remember that Braylen got a little torqued when some of the group were giving him a hard time about that idiotic Super Sim hat.  He started defending himself and saying—in that ridiculous fake accent he uses, you know—that he would never have bought such a ridiculous hat.  I think some of the group really enjoyed getting a rise out of him.

He told us that the schedule for the day allowed one sim to choose to leave the house and go to the library to work on skill points.  Well, you know, I really didn’t care about skilling, but I wanted to meet some more people, and I couldn’t do that staying at home and reading the Bartender’s Manual anymore, so I said I’d give it a try.  I went to the library all right, and I did read a chapter or so, but then I did a little networking, met a few sims who were hanging around, told them about the contest we were in.  We seemed to be hitting it off okay, and I thought, well, what the plum—I’d invite them home to the house for a little get together.  That was my big mistake.  I should have remembered what my housemates were like, that’s all I can say.

When I got back to the house, I told everyone that we’d have a few guests coming over for dinner and drinks, and maybe a little dancing.  No one seemed very excited, but Deb did agree to throw together some Fish Tacos, and Efrain said he’d play the guitar for us later.  The sims arrived, and I went in to make some drinks—but no one came in to get any!  I felt pretty weird just standing there behind the bar by myself, you know? I was just thinking that maybe I’d go round and say hi to everyone, when I heard the fire alarms going off!

I ran into the kitchen, and it was awful!  Deb had somehow caught her clothes on fire while broiling the fish, and she was screaming!  There was smoke everyone, people were panicking and milling around, it was just chaos!  

Some of us ran out of the house—I mean, it’s a firefighter’s job to put out fires, right?  Who in their right mind does it themselves?  I was waiting for the firefighters to arrive, but no—no sign of them at all.  What kind of town is this, anyway?  I don’t know what they do with the tax money...well, anyway, back to the story.

We were all amazed that it was Braylen the Braggart and Reece—REECE! who grabbed the extinguishers off the wall and put out the flames.  They were pretty confident and proud of themselves after that—after all, they did save Deb’s life.  Even Keira admitted that she was impressed, and said she was kind of sorry that when she wrote Reece’s book that afternoon, she had called it Reece Is A Whiny Baby.

Well, after that, there just wasn’t much hope for the party.  I mean, really.  We never did have anything to eat, and although I tried to get everyone dancing, the mood just wasn’t that great—especially seeing Deb dancing there, still all black and sooty and not in a very good mood. 

We were all pretty glad to get to bed when the guests finally left—I heard that a couple people didn’t even quite make it to bed before passing out, and Efrain said he saw Hunter get out of bed and then fall on the floor! 

Anyway, I was pretty disappointed by the whole chain of events, and very worried about taking the responsibility of throwing more parties with that crew.