...The entire floor is covered with cardboard boxes to avoid a massive cleanup the following day
...The evening starts out with a noisy game of flip cup, seamlessly moving on to beer pong
...No one really wants to hang out in the "break room"
...Your neighbors call the cops multiple times with noise complaints
...The cops come by and tell you about aforementioned noise complaints, but see that it's such a raging party that they decide to let us enjoy
...No one wants to take a walk to the store to get ciggi's cause they're afraid of missing any action
...Every last bit of jungle juice and jello shots are consumed
...You see people trip up and fall down the stairs several times
...You almost sit in vomit. Almost.
...You hear the phrase "Ah, why not?" mentioned many times throughout the night
...There are sparklers involved
...At least one fight breaks out
...At least one girl has a drunken crying spell
...By the end of the night, most are too wasted to make it out to the bar and end up crashing
...Random people start pairing off
...At least one of those people accidentally gets peed on in their sleep
...In the morning, it looks like a tooheys tornado hit the place, and there are empties EVERYWHERE.
And lastly, and definitely most importantly - You know it's a good party when...
...You wake up from a drunken slumber only to find a pile of human - I'll say it again, HUMAN shit on the floor of your bedroom. 5 or 6 feet away from the bathroom, mind you. So, presumably, a person thought to themselves, "hmmm, this looks like a perfect place to pull down my pants and take a dump. Right next to someone's bed, awesome! Game on!"
Thank you for that, whoever you are. I will always remember the morning I awoke to a load of feces on my bedroom floor. You forever hold a place in shank book.
