Doors Open, Drinks Poured: RMF Hosts the State’s First Party!
Well, hey guys! Its been a while and a lot has happened. I’m sure that after you saw the destruction from the flood, your first thought was “Well who the hell is gonna want to party here?” Please. Its like you don’t even know us? Do you even go here?
RMF (Resevoir Muh Fuckers) took the reigns and threw their housewarming party and technically the first big event of the state since all the devastation. I was told that RMF is a book club and damn. I’ve never seen a book club party like this. The House is a gorgeous, 2 story building up in Sandy Shores just south of the docks. According to Ethel Gerg, the party planner, about 6-8 members of the club pooled together their freelancing cash after about 14 hours. Ethel made it clear that the book club really loves helping locals. After owning a Tequila-la in another city, the book club plans to settle down and focus on freelancing endeavors. I guess settle down as much as these guys can. Immediately after my interview with our planner, the party popped off hard. Lots of beer and liquor were handed around and music blared, echoing through the dusty roads of Sandy.
When nightfall finally came around, the drinks were flowing with reckless generosity. Top-shelf liquor crowded the shelves, beer coolers cracked open every five minutes, and cocktails were mixed with more confidence than precision. According to QB, an RMF member, Ethel was not allowed to mix the drinks. Laughter spilled from every corner of the yard. Inside jokes, old rivalries turned friendly, new faces trying to find their footing. Tattoos flashed in the pool lights, leather jackets were draped over railings, and the air smelled like chlorine, smoke, and summer. The pool was conveniently built at the corner of the house where some generous soul had built some stairs leading to the roof. The only obvious options were to sit and watch sunset while your new drunk friends tested their landing into the pool.
The real surprise came when the karaoke mic made its rounds. What everyone thought was going to be ironic, half-drunken performances turned serious when one of the guests stepped up and absolutely owned the moment. A budding pop star in the making, Melody Hart, belting out a flawless chorus while the whole gang went silent, then erupted. Pool water sloshed over the edge as people cheered, phones came out, and the crowd cheered for encores. Melody gave us a couple more songs before passing the mic. Dancing and laughter could be heard all over Harmony.
By the end of the night, the party had softened into something warmer. People floated in the pool staring at the stars, others sat barefoot on the deck sharing cigarettes and secrets. It wasn’t just a housewarming, it was a declaration. A new headquarters, a new chapter, and a reminder that for all the chaos, this was still a family that knew how to celebrate together. Thanks to RMF for inviting The Bite to celebrate their new home. Here’s to friends, family, and a hell of a lot more parties.
