Things were going good, at 11:30 there had easily been a few hundred people through the front door. I noticed amidst the frolicking that the door knob had broken off. Nobody fessed up to being the person who actually did it... but there it sat. In light of last party's broken floor it seemed a welcome mishap and John simply shrugged it off.
People were still pretty nervous about the floor. It was bouncing pretty good. Apparently John and Shana decided to go down stairs and see how the floor was doing. Upon initial inspection everything looked fine. There was some bouncing but noting compared to the horror witnessed on New Years Eve. Then Shana pointed out one joist just to the side of the repaired joists which was bouncing more than the rest. Despite Shana's concerns John jumped up underneath the vibrating floor to inspect closely. After a few seconds he frantically started looking at the ground. He said "It's cracked!!!" The joist had a crack in it that was opening and closing like a little mouth as if the the joist was singing along to the music above.
Without any thought for his own life, and knowing that the party must go on, John said "I need to try and brace it." The average man would have just stopped the going's on upstairs. Not John Maxim, no, he looked around for what he had on hand. There wasn't a 4x4 left over that was the right height. So John took what ever materials he could find and started building a beam. After many different combinations where he just couldn't seem to get the right height, he was finally able to get a jack on top of a bunch of a stuff, and jack up into the dance floor while it was thumping. The music went, "to the windooow, to the wall!!!" John went, jack, jack, jack, jack. As pressure started to mount on the beam it became unstable and the stack of items John had collected burst shooting pieces... the 4x4 hit John in the arm and left a nasty bruise. Undeterred, but warning Shana not to stand directly behind him even though she was 10 feet away, John started building again, taking great care to make sure things were balanced evenly. This time around he was able to jack up the beam into the floor with out incident. The crack stopped singing along, and the folks dancing above never even knew that there was a problem. Like Batman without a mask John had saved the day.
The party was pretty much over, only a couple patrons remained mingling. The cops didn't show up until 1:30 in the morning, right as the party was dying down. Near the end of the night after hearing John brag about his heroic endeavor for the hundredth time I asked him if everything else went well. He said, "The party was a big hit, but I missed out on one thing. There is this girl, who I have seen at two parties previous, she is beautiful and so I have been too chicken to talk to her. I promised myself that if I saw her tonight that I would go talk to her. She came, and I was about to go over, but that's when the whole floor thing happened. I was downstairs for nearly half an hour, when I cam back up she was gone... oh well hopefully next time I guess."
With all the fun that was had, I look forward to many more party's at Johns place. I wonder though if its worth all the effort if, at the end of the day, one doesn't get the girl... I guess that's for John to decide.