Two nights ago history was made at Party Central. 'The Greatest Party Ever' occurred at Two Hundred and Forty-Eight South Chauncey Avenue, Number Three. The apartment was named appropriately on April 4, 2009 after the University tWits drove up to Purdue to participate in The 3 IN 3. The Ship of Fools showed us short form at Hotbox, The Crazy Monkeys did a long form at Greyhouse, and The tWits were in The Purdue Memorial Union performing sketch. That night The Crazy Monkeys performed 'The Best Show Ever' and everyone who witnessed it was fueled with enthusiasm. It was one of the best highs after a show I have ever had.

After the three shows, the tWits joined The Monkeys, at then, Shauvon and John's apartment and the comedic combination led to a massive slumber party of twenty somethings. The next morning the apartment was named and more rules were added to the door. "No Plorting, Tim Boyle."

To continue the long distance love affair between The tWits and The Monkeys, we invited them up this year and Party Central knocked out any contenders for the title.

The tWits will be the first to admit that their performance was subpar. They dropped most of their punch lines and in sketch there is no room for ad libbing. It was redeemed however. Not to float across the Pacific on my ego, but The Monkeys had a seriously great show. We kept tight to a three thread long form that made the audience wet with tears. The show was cut perfectly in time to send people home so they could watch #4 Purdue lose to #1 Duke in the Sweet Sixteen, but we were lucky people showed up at all.

At 7:59 PM I looked through the slits in the curtains to see loads of empty seats. I was super self conscious that the tWits would blame The Monkeys for a poor turn out, but it would be completely justified, thanks to lame-o nonfans.

Friday night at eight o'clock any Purdue student could have been doing the following:

    Attending the KiD CuDi concert at The Elliot Hall of Music
    Participating in one of the final HVZ Missions
    Watching Purdue Theatre put on Top Girls
    Buying supplies for a March Madness Party
    Sleeping

Despite the mass appeal of sleeping, The Monkeys and tWits overcame the odds! Facebook officially had one hundred and sixteen confirmed guests which is a record and apparently they all do not have watches, or a clock feature on their cell phones. During John's monologue and the opening line games, fans trickled in and the temperature of the room was rising. Success! The show was great, the night was going to be greater.

We had a mini-fridge full of Pabst Blue Ribbon, a counter full of liquor, a room full of people and dance music was bouncing its way through the one hundred and twenty square foot apartment occupied by forty super cool strangers. I probably knew about twenty-five percent of the attendees, which made for a serious exercise of my extroversion. Usually I would rather be reserved to myself, but not that night. How lame would that have been and besides, cute girls were everywhere. I even fell in love with one.

It didn't last more than a few hours, but it was pretty fun to flirt up a cute little girl in a silver dress. Her bullhorn nose ring, red framed glasses, and a scarred left forearm made her all the more interesting and my end of the conversing was too easy when she said my full name with the correct pronunciation.

    Me: How do you know my last name?

    Cute Indie Girl: (Blushes) Oh, I stalked you on Facebook and I think you're cute.

What a deal! It isn't often that a super cute indie chick falls from the sky, but the route that could have been quickly became unnavigable when she said she lived in Indianapolis and I remembered how I didn't want to get in a relationship until after I graduate college. Not only was my extraversion sore in the morning, but so was my will power. In a week they should regenerate themselves and I will be even stronger in the sorts. That analogy is how it really works, right? Yeah, probably.

The party startled dwindling down at five in the morning and the tWits spent the night on Tom's air mattresses in the living room. The only casualty of the whole night was when Timmy, the freshman who doesn't know his limits yet, threw up on my TV stand at eleven. It kicked the party off to a smelly start and even though he ranted all about lime stone for the following hour, he was soon asleep and healing on our couch. Unfortunately for him, he was sat on by several strangers, however he would never find out until he was reminded of how drunk he was the next morning.

I slept with Wendy so that was pretty nice. That cat is a little heat factory for my feet. When I woke up it was eleven in the morning and coffee was in order. I did my best to not step on any people and fixed a cup. I was certain that victims of a hangover would love my hospitality, but I also have no idea how to take care of drunk people, so I was pretty disappointed when no one else asked for some. I forgave everyone though. To keep up with tradition, the tWits ate lunch at Pappy's Restaurant and everyone commented on how disgusting it was, because it really is consistent for sucking, but it was tradition. Soon after Timmy's laundry was done and the tWits drove the two and a half hours back to Bloomington.

Party Central lived up to its epithet on the twenty-sixth night of March 2010. A party that will cause some dude to come back for his silver Razr phone, the glass to parking lot ratio to skew, and the the management to finally steam clean the carpets after two years of ignorance. I can not wait until Big Dog Eat Child comes to Matthews Hall on April 24th. It is likely that there will be a party worthy enough to rival, 'The Greatest Party Ever', but until then, March 26, 2010 holds the title.