One Hell of a Night

As the music starting roaring I realized this was about to be one hell of a night. Two twelves roaring in the back from the 1200 watt pyramid, head rocking like grandma’s favorite chair and the only thing that I could hear was the bass beating as if I were holding a stethoscope to my heart and listening to it beat. The boys and I were on our way to our first college party as real college students.

As we continued rocking to the music and weaving in and out the people doing sixty-five in the slow lane, we felt on top of the world. It was like we never been out partying before I mean sure we have, but not like this. This was a whole new experience to us; we were finally grown and out on our own. No more living with parents and listening to that curfew bull. We made our own rules, and tonight was going to show it.

When we arrived at the house we walked in the living room; it was like nothing I really never seen before. The music was going people were everywhere and the environment was so cool and chilled out but yet so hype. I was partying with everyone: blacks, whites, even people I did not know, and the thing that made it better was that there was no one to start drama everyone just wanted peaceful fun.

As I moved on to the kitchen I realized that the real party was in there just getting started: kegs, beer pong, crazy eights and all other drinking games you could think of. Never playing any of them before I got curious and decided to try my luck one of the games. Now not being a big drinker or a big fan of beer it put me in a catch twenty-two, because I did not want to get drunk on the hard liquor that the card games had to offer, but the beer pong that seem fairly easy had the consequences of a bad taste of beer. As I began to toss the ball across the table into my opponents cup that had a shot of beer in it: I was confident that I was going to do good and maybe even win, but my hopes and dreams soon became shattered when the opposing team threw the ball back; and it landed it my cup, and I had to start drinking.

After I got my ass kicked in beer pong I decided my career was pretty much done and that I could not take it professionally on the road, so me and my little buzz I had from losing went back to something we knew very well--dancing and partying. Losing that came of beer pong must have been contagious because everyone that walked out of the room of defeat came back to the music a new person and a wild person because the night was young and the party was just getting started. No sooner than I had told my friend that this night can’t go any harder I seen something that blew my eyes; two of the most sexiest girls I could have ever seen in college started to make out, it was something you would see on television, like a scene from American Pie was going on right in front of my face. It was unbelievable words from me were limited because I felt that it was nothing words could explain. By this time my friends and I were determined that anything could happen at a college party and I mean anything, so we tried to live up to the hype and join the fun if you can understand what I am talking about.

I realized that I have been lying to myself for a long time because the parties that I had been going to before this one was I would say were extremely fun and nothing could top it, but then those were “High School” parties and the freedom at those were very narrow because not a lot of people were grown and resources or even the heart to do what goes down a “College Party”, so now after growing up and seeing the true definition of fun I realized I had wasted some time but I was certainly going to make up for it.
I could not even begin to even say how surprised I was because when events like this happen there is always something bad expected to happen such as a: argument, fight or even a shoot out. But there was nothing to worry about because these were adults that had adult attitudes and that was one thing having the most fun in one night, so that you can go and tell the people that missed it how much they would’ve had if they came (as if they did not already know).

I found out that the college parties have different atmosphere then high school parties. This maybe because you are dealing with adults that have to much to lose based on one night of ignorance, opposed to teenagers who don’t have anything at all to lose because they still are not at the stage of maturity. Whatever the case may be one thing is apparent and that I am in a new area and glad that I have stepped into it.

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