Apparently, pants parties involve J yelling at me that no, I cannot take four different sweater dresses, and Kris yelling about how I can't pack my tights with my slippers because they're not matching (slippers are footwear that cannot touch other things and tights are clothing). There was also beer. Lots of beer. So now that I'm all packed and ready to go, I feel good. Mainly because I'm coming back home in a week and can bring this all back and try again. Or wash with a real washer and dryer.