how many is enough?

The first party was nice. Good people and a pleasant atmosphere. I felt like a responsible adult as i helped w/the grilling and sipped on a beer. I showed a child how to play Bocci and didn't laugh much when he sucked. I talked to friends I don't get to see often about houses and dogs and white picket fences. I set the yard on fire in a controlled manner. B got to cuddle w/her neice. Apparently, J didn't get the big kid memo and drank 3 litres of wine from a massive magnum. I think i saw her strap it to her back and run around the yard w/a bendy straw in her mouth. Or maybe that was just a lovely dream created by the rest of the weekend. Seriously...
Got to Cs place around 11 w/B and J in tow. One was sleepy and the other was rocking. We quickly began the stewing process in the hot tub. Cs parents were out of town and so we were all 17 again. S came out shortly after and added his flavor to our mix. He was 17 now as well. We drank and laughed and drank and took pictures and drank and smoked and drank. I brought a bottle of chocolate vodka over. There was not any left by 1am or so. S took off and the rest of us slept. My morning mouth was filled to the brim w/kitty litter so the logical answer was mimosas. This had been planned prior but i don't think anyone ment for us to have a bottle of champagne each. Its real hard to feel bad on a beautiful day in a hot tub w/bubbles on your body and bubbles on your lips. S came back over and C made ungodly good french toast. Im slightly droopy now on this monday morning and i think that the toxic mix of cigs and hot tub fumes may have turned my lungs into a permanent festering mass of unpleasantness but thats ok. I wouldn't do anything differently if i knew i was going to die in 2 years than im doing now. And i plan on living to around 120 at the moment...