The Spanish Harlem Semi-Formal (sixth annual?!!?) was held this past Saturday at Frants' pad. Though smaller in numbers this time (more traveling, more babies, etc.), there was still plenty of fun to go around. Even Duck crashed the party -- twice -- via the PS3 and Frants' iMac chatterbox. The foodstuffs were delicious (especially the frozen chocolate pie), the iPod & Looney Tunes were bumpin', the liquor was flowing.
Of course, as the night wore on, it was time for the rocking.
Frants cracked out the PS3, and everyone jumped in to get a taste of the Rock Band. We had excellent renditions of "Roxanne", "Here It Goes Again", "Dani California", "Maps" and more. First time singers wailed. Drummers crushed like Animal. Guitarists shredded like Zakk Wylde. (Other times, whipping out a video game would normally bring a party to a screeching halt -- but it seems that Rock Band breaks that phenomenon. ) During every song, the floors would literally shake up and down with people dancing and going crazy. Fun fun fun. And that's not just the booze talking.
Of course, perhaps I didn't need to have those extra glasses of scotch... but isn't that what Rock 'n Roll excess is about?
