January 16, 2015

  • Written on January 10th

    Today I kept going back and forth between whether I should go to the party tonight or not. Nana wanted me to go to the store with her and later go to a Gideons' dinner that they have once a month where old people bring food that tastes like old people and sit around talking about Bibles. But there was also a football playoff game at 3:30 that I would surely miss if I went to the dinner. And on top of all that, I didn't really have a great outfit to wear, which I didn't like. So the toss up was between going to the store & the dinner & the party, but not seeing football & not having a cute outfit. If I stayed home "sick" to watch football though, Nana probably wouldn't let me go to the party, but at least I wouldn't have to worry about having nothing nice to wear. I was on the fence for a long time trying to weigh my options. Eventually I picked party because, well party over all. I am a party girl after all, and what's a party girl without a party? Also I am really trying to keep up my streak of attending a party once a week for this entire year, and so far it's panning out. So I still couldn't watch football or have anything nice to wear, but I would just have to deal with that. When I made my decision I went to the store with Nana and came home and Ashlee told me that she wanted to pick me up at 6 because they usually pre-game and get ready for the party at her place. So that would solve my dilemma of having nothing to wear, because I could get ready at her house and make sure my outfit wasn't too much worse than everyone else's. So I asked Nana if I could go to the party instead of the dinner, I told her it was a birthday party so I would have more reason to go. She happily granted me permission. Which also meant that while I was getting ready here I could watch football! So basically every little thing I was worried about actually worked out perfectly for me and I felt like I had made the right decision. I started doing my hair about thirty minutes before the game started and since it takes an hour to curl my whole head of long hair, I was in the middle of curling when Carlton asked if I was watching the game. The game! I had forgotten all about it in my gleeful hair-doing. I dropped the curling iron, and lunged for the remote. When I switched on the game, the first thing I saw were the Lions (who were playing the Pats, and I wanted the Pats to lose, obviously) running into the end zone with the ball. Touchdown Lions! It was then that I fell to my knees and prayed. 'Thank you God for giving me all of this! I am elated! I am joyful! I haven't felt like this in so long. And even if we don't win the game, even if the Pats win, I'm still going to have a great night. And I'm still going to thank you for it. I really, really am grateful and I love you. Thank you, thank you, thank you, muah, amen." Then I kept getting ready while watching the game. Around 6 Ashlee showed up and Cora and I got in the car where four other girls were waiting for me; Ashlee in the driver seat, Jennie in the passenger's seat, and two girls whom I forget their names! (Lol!) But they were really cool. Apparently they were Jennie's cousins or something like that. We went to Ashlee's house and had a blast getting ready and pre-gaming with the girls. After that we all piled back up in the car and drove to the party, where we were early and helped set up. The party was in this huge warehouse in someone's yard, and get this - it was on the next street over from my house, Wearden dr.! So I could walk home and be there in a minute or two if worst came to worse! I loved that. While the party people were setting up, Ashlee asked some guy with a bag of weed if we could fill up my sneak-a-toke with some weed from a baggy he had. He handed me the bag and I overpacked the hell out of that pipe. I probably stuffed a whole gram in there. But he had a big bag of weed and he probably didn't even notice. The weed was dank dro too. So we passed that around until the beer pong table was set up and I gravitated to it. I played a round of beer pong and by the time the game was over, I was drunk, high, and ready to socialize! (Well, I'd already been ready to socialize, but after a couple more drinks and some weed I was even more down to have a great time!) What happened next is all a big blur of FUN FUN FUN. The place seemed to get packed in the blink of an eye and suddenly there were people EVERYWHERE. Jennie found me and pulled me into the bathroom where she and some guy were doing lines of coke, and had a nice little line all cut up for me. I readily railed that shit. :) I walked around meeting person after person, just being the absolute life of the party, the bell of the ball. Like always, it's not just my pleasure, but my specialty. ;) I convinced some guy to give me a "sample" XO pill, because I said I was interested in buying $20 worth. (I knew I only had $10 in my purse! Haha, but he didn't know that…) Then I wandered off and kept roaming around the party. There was a time when I was sitting on the table near the door where people were guarding the door and giving out VIP wristbands. I asked what they were for and they pointed to a small, just all around awesome looking room that they said was the "VIP room" where people were doing drugs, smoking blunts, and drinking top shelf bottles openly. I then promptly asked for a wristband. They said it was $20, but I talked my way right into one very easily, free of charge. :) I made a case that I had supplied some beer (I hadn't) but I think really all it took was a flutter of my eyelashes and an innocent (HA!) smile. The VIP room was awesome and I was given a shot of whiskey, and once I took it and complained that it was whiskey, they gave me a shot of Patron. Then I was out and about again and somehow found my way up to the stage which was a loft high up in the top of the building that could only be gotten to by a secret entrance. Well, I followed a few people behind a curtain and climbed up onto some workout equipment and then a hand pulled me up onto the stage as if I was invited. When I got up there I looked down at the sea of people and felt like a rock star. I walked over to the DJ and made a few song requests and with the bat of my eyes, he gladly agreed. I think I played around up there a while and then went back down into the abyss of party people. I wound up at another beer pong table with a bunch of strangers and I simply just said "I call next!" They looked at me and said, "Well we already have people who called next game, but I'll tell you what. If you can chug this whole beer in one try, you can play next." I smiled and grabbed the bottle, held it up and started chugging. It was probably somewhere around halfway through when they realized I meant business, "Damn this girl's no joke!" was the only thing spoken before they started the good old "Chug! Chug! Chug!" chant. I even rolled my eyes and dance a bit while doing it to just really emphasize my skills. Then when I was done I slammed down the bottle and said, "Thanks for the beer!" Then started walking off. "Wait, don't you wanna play next?!" they called after me. "Nah, changed my mind. Later!" I left them in utter disbelief. I even gained a few followers (REAL life followers!) after that who I never bothered to learn the names of. After more rounds of socializing, dancing, drinking, smoking some blunts, etc. I found Ashlee and I said, "Wanna get on the stage?" She said, "Uh sure, but I don't think we can get up there." I just smiled and said, "Come on, I'll show ya!" Then I showed her my secret entrance and we were both hoisted up by some random strong arms and up onto the stage. I then found out to my delight, that Ashlee and her bad ass self had went and picked up a random bottle of Malibu to take it with her. We sat up on the stage dangling our feet over the edge, taking swigs of the Malibu and influencing the DJ's party music picks. I don't really remember how or why we left, but I know that after a good night of fun I was back in Ashlee's car and a minute or two later I was walking through my driveway with Cora in my purse and went inside and marched upstairs happily. It was about 4 am. There were a few casualties of the party, like my phone and my Broncos koozie, and THAT SUCKED. But besides that, it was a GREAT NIGHT. I had SO much fun. It really seems like each party here is better than the last. I'm SO glad I didn't decide to skip out on that one. It truly was a blast. I was coming down off the drugs and I cried myself to sleep. But it was just drunken-party-girl crying, not anything actually wrong. It was definitely a night to remember and definitely a night I would choose to re-live if given the chance… The End!