I went to a
party last night.
I get in, after payin' 4 bucks and rejectin' the beer cup, immediately notice there's a lot of people, and I head into what may or may not be the living room, where I met up with kat and, later, joel, along with the fellows I came with. After standing upstairs, listening to people talk about drugs, specifically mushrooms, I decided to head down w/ TJ, punk-rock-Sean, Nick, Merritt, Smarmy Shawn, and some guys I didn't know. I find a place to sit on a couch and proceed to sit there, watching my roommate, TJ et al do stupid things. Punk-rock-sean was dressed like a member of Judas Priest, and after listening to some Manowar, was wanting to be totally metal, regardless.
I should point out now that P.R. Sean got the clothes from my roommate, Merritt.
I sit there for a while, then, suddenly, about, oh, everyone but 2 of the
people I came with decided to leave to go see The Living Canvas thing (AKA
Artsy Nekkid People, which was really cool, as I had seen it the night
before). So, I'm there, all the way by BroMann hospital, wondering if
they've hijacked TJ and Nick (Nick being one with a car). So, I spent the
rest of the night sitting on the couch really really really hoping someone
was there that would drive me home, all the while really wondering what
this girl-with-a-tequila-shirt-on's name was. The GWATSO offered to kiss
me when I made some what I thought was below the level of hearing comment
about a toll, but I'm pretty sure she was drunk and mistook my beard for a
well-tanned and highly defined jawline.
After TJ finally comes downstairs to fetch me as they're about to leave, I
run into the GWATSO, who proceeds to grope me and then I leave and get into
the car w/ TJ and Nick, and discuss the rather vile, angry vibe that the
place had, following a-girl-who-I-should-really-know-her-name-but-don't all
over creation, dropping off some-two, and then heading off towards the
other side of Bloomington, ending up at someone-who-I-don't-know's house,
and then I proceed to sit in a corner, listening to two kids, what I assume
to be 20 year olds in Tommy Hilfinger gear, talking like gray haired
forty-year olds wearing plaid on a golf course. Corporate Ravers. After
listening to the Corpo-Ravers talk about Phat Pants and indications of
rebelliousness and, therefore, a possible peer-to-peer marketing technique,
and how Phat Pants (and they spoke like it was copywritten) were no longer
indicative of true "Raveness" (I shit you not), and how the new label was
611, which means that they really want to be twice as cool as 311, but they
can't do math very well (not to mention the fact that 311 sucks).
I then walked up to TJ, who was sitting in another corner in a
lay-z-boy-esque seat talking to the above AGWISRKHRNBD girl, then,
magically, a loveseat opened up, and she sat there, and TJ and Nick sat
there, and I finally had seat to myself, and I watched the TV w/ some group
(whoever did the theme to Trainspotting {the DVD was Underworld:Live, I have found out since then}) throwing this insanely huge gig,
looking like the old pictures of Woodstock with the half a million people,
and I got to watch people doing Air-Turntables, which looks kind of like
Air-Guitar except less bad-ass and less aware of the self-parody aspect.
Then, we left, and I went home, and that was really the end of the evening,
of which I found myself strangely upset, not only that I was abandoned not
just once, but in all actuality twice, being taken to this house where I
knew 2 people, the ones I had come with, and only one of them at all on the
wellness scale, my anchors ripped up by these people I had never met, and,
in all honesty, don't really care if I ever do, and torn away, and
basically left knowing no-one, sitting in a corner, listening to stupid
people talk about even stupider things. This whole last bit is my fault, I
should have introduced myself, but I fully blame the first one on others,
however, I thought of walking home (which was approx. from where the
Lafayette Club all the way to my house, which is on the other side of the
ISU campus), and decided, should I freeze to death, it wouldn't be that
bad, really, compared to continued presence in the house with
teenage-ravers drinking and pot-smoking and fuck knows what else running
upstairs, into the bathroom for time-intervals far less than even the
fastest piss in the West, all the while missing my girlfriend with ever
increasing intensity, probably due to the above GWATSO and a really nasty
case of curiosity.
Later, while talking to Smarmy Shawn (who was among those who had left me
the first time), he said that he had tried to talk to people, but was
simply ignored, and when he tried to talk to someone who didn't ignore him,
another man made it perfectly clear by repeated elbows to his back that,
"You're not supposed to talk to her, she's mine," as in ownership.
I've decided, basically, that though I like some electronic music a lot, that it's just
not worth it 90% of the time to deal with such assholes to listen to shitty House
that, while I support, don't really care for. Sorry. I hope you
know what I mean.
But, all and all, it sucked, and I'm not sure who the blame lies with on
this one.
I did learn something, though, I learned that the average woman deals with
3.5 ass grab/hour at a party, and I learned the very definition of a perky buttocks,
thanks to a girl wearing really tight polka-dot spandex that were so tight
if she were to bend over I'm almost positive I could see the creases of her
anal sphincter.