Friday, February 24, 2006

Time to Paaaartay!

Welcome back! It's time for an extra special, extra long, uncut and uncensored edition of MonkeeSims! Okay, it is cut, and it is censored, but trust me, it's for your own good. Ever notice how many movies that come out on DVD have special "uncut and uncensored" editions? I swear, they must plan in advance the stuff that will get cut out as they film just so they can sell you a crappy DVD with 8 minutes of extra "special" footage. I don't know.

I'm trying hard not to have every other post focus on sims throwing parties, but considering it's the best way to get folks from different houses in the same place, parties just make good sense some times. Besides, this is my first attempt at throwing a bash with "House Party" installed, so it's bound to be a little more interesting, eh? Well, you'd think so...I've already seen what happens here though, so...

Shortly after returning home from their first visit to Old Town, Peter insisted that the Miller family throw a party in honor of Mr Scruffers, the newest addition to the family. Since most folks will jump at any excuse to throw a party, there wasn't much resistance to the idea (except from Stu, who had to pay for it, but he was outvoted). The first thing they did was hire a more wasting time cooking for a bunch of ungrateful guests when it's easier to just hire some stranger to do the dirty work for you.

Image hosting by PhotobucketEither that's the caterer, or this town has some sims with some very bad fashion sense lurking around.

A good rule of thumb when it comes to meeting new neighbors is probably to have some sort of idea what kind of people they are before you plan entertainment, or invite them to your house. Case in point, here we see, waiting to be greeted, three elderly women, some crazy punk-bowler guy, and a Steve Urkel wannabe. At least one younger female showed up, but although I can't remember her name, I know for a fact that she's married. Talk about a party crowd.

Image hosting by PhotobucketOld Woman: "We heard there was going to be some Bingo going on here!"

Luckily, one thing everyone has in common is an interest in eating, and food is one thing the party was definitely not lacking. Everyone headed straight for the grub, and promptly began making a mess of the place. Some guy who looked like a sleazy off-duty mechanic showed up a bit later, while the nerdy dude attacked Mr Scruffers.

Image hosting by PhotobucketHmmm...we've got the mechanic, the nerd, the punk rocker...when do the biker, cowboy and the construction worker show up?

Well, apparently the indoor party crowd wasn't doing it for the elderly women, as they all stood out front and chatted amongst themselves. Had the family had any clue at all who they were inviting over, they could probably at very least have invited some elderly men over to keep them company...except there are none I've ever seen living in the neighborhood.

Image hosting by Photobucket"Back in my day, we never used that new fangled plastic silverware stuff!"

The rest of the visitors seemed to be getting along pretty well, despite their differences. Well, for the most part, anyway. Some topics were less popular than others, but it wasn't enough to ruin the party or anything.

Image hosting by PhotobucketPunk Guy: "Dude, like, only rich snobby people go sailing!"

Things were really getting pretty crowded. After the initial arrivals, several more guests from around town (I guess, though I didn't recognize a lot of them) showed up, including a random party crasher. He headed straight for the food, which was pretty much all that the party really had going on anyway. Bobby and Deana played computer games (what great hosts) while Peter talked with the neighbor girl about all the money he hoped to make as a comedian.

Image hosting by PhotobucketBobby: "Hey, check this out! I'm making my people throw a party, and boy does it suck!"

The Miller residents weren't the only ones who had guests over. Mr Scruffers snuck some weird black cat named "Spork" in through the back door, and the two hung out. It's just not a party unless you have stray cats hanging out in your bedroom peeing on the floor.

Image hosting by PhotobucketTalk about your real party animals...har har...

The caterer turned out to be a party animal himself. In between restocking the food, he headed into the bedroom and started boogying, presumably for the benefit of the ladies in the bathroom. I guess they could use some sort of entertainment, since they'd spent several sim hours just standing in the John chatting with each other.

Image hosting by PhotobucketCaterer: "Come on...everyone do the 'Macaroni'!"

Bobby eventually got off his butt, and started socializing. At first, it seemed he had little in common with any of the visitors, but then he struck up a conversation about fashion with the mechanic looking guy, and there was instant chemistry. I guess you really can't judge a book by it's cover (or a party guest by their grubby work outfit).

Image hosting by PhotobucketBobby seems to know a lot about fashion for a guy who hasn't changed outfits since he moved in here.

The bedroom seemed to be a pretty popular, get your mind out of the's not that kind of party. No, actually, folks just hung around and chatted in there a lot, probably because the living room was so small and cramped and easily packed. This was all good and fine, except for the bowler-punk guy was showing just a little too much interest in the Bozo doll. The last thing this party needs is a raging inferno to disrupt its mojo even more.

Image hosting by Photobucket"Hey...step away from the Bozo, Bozo!"

The highlight of the party had to have been when Peter started playing with the fireworks out front. Sure, everyone has seen fireworks, so that part wasn't too spectacular. No, the real crowd pleaser was when Peter shot one up in the air and it came screeching earthward, only to blow up on his rear end.

Image hosting by PhotobucketHasn't he ever heard the story of the kid who blow up his arse with fireworks? Probably not, since he just invented that story.

After that, things started to get sour. First of all, somebody broke the TV, and nobody would confess to doing it. You'd think the abuse it would take to smash a screen like that would draw some attention, but apparently not.

Image hosting by PhotobucketMechanic Guy: "I didn't do it...I fix stuff, I don't break it!"

Stu hit the hot tub, but all the chicks ignored him, even his wife, Keri. However, the party crasher was quick to hit the skins and jump in with him. First he shows up uninvited (though nobody was really invited specifically by name to begin with), eats a bunch of food, then jumps in the hot tub with the owner of the house. Man, that guy has some nerve!

Image hosting by PhotobucketParty Crasher: "So, I heard there was going to be Twister here later..."

Bobby tried to get a volleyball going with some of the girls. Well, he got girls on his team alright, but not the girls he'd been hoping for. No, the elderly women were quick to fill the spots on his team as fast as they could. Yes, that Bobby has a charm that overcomes all barriers, including age.

Image hosting by PhotobucketBobby: "I really hope my team doesn't wind up being 'skins'."

The final insult was when the lousy French mime showed up, "Curious about ze lack of entertainment at zis party". Listen, pal, nobody invited you, so just shut your...oh, wait. I guess that doesn't work. Anyway, I think the photo below pretty much says it all about the fate of the party. Peter has resorted to chatting with the caterer, the lousy mime is there using up oxygen, and a bunch of people are just standing around, bored out of their wits. About this time, the family decided they'd had enough, and headed for bed in the hopes of making the guests leave.

Image hosting by PhotobucketCaterer: "No, no...I said 'peace', not 'pizza'."

Well, folks were very slow in departing. In fact, some of them hung around all night. The mime stole a chair before he took off (apparently unsatisfied with the comfort of his "invisible chair"). In the end, the party wasn't the raging success everyone had hoped for, it just wound up costing a lot of money (not to mention a TV and a chair). Drew Carrey never showed up either...does that come as a surprise? Well, hey...give me a break. They can't all be winners. Better luck next time, right?


At 6:09 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Really funny post, I had to stop myself laughing out loud too much, as I was reading it at work!


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