Nope. Still no luck.
But I guess that's what I get for depending on a Facebook event R.S.V.P list to tell me who's actually going to be some place.
I pop the tab on my drink, listening to "Pfffff" of fresh carbonation. I'm about to take a swig, when a guy I somewhat-recognize-but-not-really waves to me.
"HEY GIRL!" He grins, "I know YOUUUU! You sit next to me in Biology!" He giggles, waving his can around.
I fake a smile, "I knew I recognized you from somewhere! How are you?" I don't take Biology. Nor did I last semester. But any excuse to talk to someone is welcome at the moment.
"Yeah, I know right?" He grins again. "MANNNNN that was some crazy game AMIRIGHT?" The game he's referring to is the Football game that ended about two hours ago. It was the first of the season, and the entire reason this party was being held in the first place. We also won, which only amped up the celebration.
"It sure was!" I laugh, more at his goofy stagger than the actual victory. He tips side to side.
"Red-Bull?" He looks at my can, "How much Vodka is in there!?"
"None at all", I shrug, "I'm just a Red Bull kind of girl."
He shakes his head... "Man...." suddenly something distracts him, and he walks off without warning.
I find myself alone again, giving me the chance to scan the crowd a second time. I recognize people, but talking to them would involve walking further into the room, which I wasn't quite sure I wanted to do just yet. The people I came with were nowhere to be seen, and the rain prevented me from stepping outside to converse.
I was invited to this party by a group of my pals, who all apparently managed to change their minds and stay home. I've never been much for the night-scene, but this time I figured I'd venture out and give it a try. Experience the fun people are always gloating about.
But the smart kind of fun. Hence the Red Bull.
Just then, some friends of mine walk in, looking equally as out of place as myself. I walk towards them. They seem as relieved to see me as I do them. "So... " Greg begins, "Everybody bailed. Nobody who said they were coming to this thing actually came..."
I laugh "So you noticed, too?"
Tasha observes the room, "Well, you two have fun. I'm going to socialize." She disappears. Greg and I stay near the door. Eventually we move outside as the rain has lessened to a light drizzle.
"Hey Hey Hey!" We're greeted by Owen, another friend of mine who is infamous for two things: 1. Getting wasted, and 2. Getting PARANOID about being wasted.
The first time I ever spoke to him went something like this:
*he and I are both walking outside the apartment building*
Him- "HI, I'm drunk!"
Me- "Hi, Drunk, I'm Sydney."
Him- "Holy Crap! What is that guy over there doing???
Me- "I think he's just standing on his porch..."
Him- "Do you think he SAW me?"
Me- "Ummm... probably...."
Him- "Do you think he knows I've been drinking UNDER AGE!?"
Me- "Uhhhh maybe?"
Him- "Oh no, oh no, ohnoohnoohno... I gotta go!"
"Hey Owen," we reply.
"Are you guys ready to PARTY!?" He looks over our shoulders, "Holy Crap! I think I just saw a cop!"
We all look around.
"I don't think so Owen...." I offer.
"That dude, right there, think he's a COP?" Owen points to a gathering of people.
"Dude, I think he's just a Freshman." Greg assures him.
"Yeah, that's what he WANTS us to think!" Owen disappears.
We roll our eyes.
"This isn't so much fun..." Greg observes.
"Yeah..." I smirk, "I'm still trying to remember why I came exactly..."
Some nameless rap song begins to blast through unseen speakers, as groups of intoxicated minors engage in some supposed-to-be-dancing.
"Greg, please take me home."
He shakes his head "Girl, you KNOW I would. But I didn't drive here."
"ME neither." I pout.
"Guess we'll both know better next time."
"OHMIGAWD HAAAAY!" I'm hugged tightly by a girl from my History class last semester. Her eyes are wide, and slightly glassed over, "You look SO cute!" she looks at Greg, "I mean, y'all BOTH look so cute. Like, I wasn't sayin' you didn't look as cute as her, I just saw her first so I thought I'd tell her before you. No offense to y'all or nothin'..."
"None taken", Greg waves it off.
She looks back to me, "Hay, I've been meaning to tell you, I'm real real sorry If I was a total witch to you last year... Seriously, was I ever a witch to you? Because if I was I'm real sorry. Like, sometimes I think I come across as a witch to people because I was blond in high school. You know? I was blond back then so I think people think I'm mean because of it..."
I nod, having no idea what she's talking about, "Oh, no you were always totally nice to me. You were never mean or anything."
"Oh gggggooooooood", she slurrs. "I'm happy about that. You're such a sweetheart. You see, I went to a bunch of different schools growing up. Actually I only went to one school growing up. Actually I went to a private school growing up. And I was blond so I think people thought I was mean..."
"I nod again "Yeah, maybe they just misjudged you..."
"Yeah, yeah yeah yeah I think you're right, I think you're really really right about that..." she dwells on this for a a long moment, and then "Well, okay then I guess I'll talk to y'all later! Text me!"
I don't have her number.
I turn to Greg. "I give this place about five more seconds and then I'm WALKING."
He spots other friends of ours, who just happened to walk in with the newest wave of attendees. They haven't been drinking, and don't plan on it. He bribes them to take us back to campus, where they all plan to sit up and watch a movie together. I'd downed two Red Bulls, so I didn't hold out much hope for sleep. That was okay, though, because I had some blogging I could do, seeing as I as I had some new material.
We end up back home safely, which it turns out is a good thing:
1. I ended up meeting my next door neighbors, who, as it turns out, are pretty great people.
2. I'm able to assist Owen hours later, as he stumbles to his door puking his guts out, mumbling something about losing count after thirteen.
3. Turns out those "freshman" actually WERE undercover cops, and the place got busted moments after Greg and I had bailed.
Because partying isn't for everyone.
Because a Red Bull rush is better than losing control, and gaining a hang-over.
Because maybe Owen isn't to Paranoid after all.
Because That's Just How It Is.
I know I always say this, but Remember People: SOBER IS SEXY.
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