Lessons From the Kissing Booth

When I was in college, we joked about how it wasn't really a party until someone set themselves on fire.
Last night, on my balcony, Manuel and Robert set themselves on fire. Actually, I think that perhaps they set each other on fire. I'm not really sure, because I was too busy readying myself to run for a smothering agent in case they screwed it up.

We'll talk later. For now, you ought to know that I threw a party that was, apparently, truly a party.

Now I remember why I only do this a couple times a year.